Lei Ying laughed fiercely, charging straight for the short, stout man. Just now, that guy actually tried to ambush him; truly courting death.
Actually, even if Bai Xiaosheng hadn't intervened then, the other party wouldn't have been able to harm him in the slightest.
The short, stout man was kicked several meters away by Bai Xiaosheng. After landing, he took a couple of deep breaths to stop the pain, glaring venomously at Bai Xiaosheng, then shifted his gaze to Lei Ying, who was charging toward him.
"We've been fighting for so long; he must be worn out. I should have no problem dealing with him, especially since he doesn't have a weapon!"
The short, stout man flashed a confident, cold smile, flicking the Butterfly Knife in his hand, instantly switching from a forward grip to a reverse grip.
At the same time, he lowered his stance, adopting a posture like a leopard ready to strike.
The short, stout man also silently evaluated Lei Ying as his opponent.
