Ling Dong glanced at him, then just stood there and lifted his foot, kicking straight toward the first guy who hit him.
The next moment was so surreal for Ji Shuqin, it felt like a dream.
Five or six people, in front of Ling Dong, were like kids—flattened in no time.
At the entrance, those five or six guys lay sprawled all over the place, groaning and yelping.
Ji Shuqin looked at Ling Dong with absolute awe, no longer feeling any chill from him, just thinking Ling Dong was ridiculously awesome.
Yesterday, Pei Yicheng was impressive when he fought, but now, in broad daylight, Ji Shuqin could see everything more clearly.
Ling Dong walked into the courtyard, and more enforcers jumped out from both sides.
"Watch out." Ji Shuqin warned him, picking up a stick from the ground, shuffling nervously, scared out of his mind, but since Ling Dong—someone who wasn't even connected to him—was willing to fight for him, he couldn't be a total coward. He said, "I—I'll help you."
