Ling Shaoqing's skills were also not bad. He suddenly flipped his body, about to kick someone pursuing him.
But in that instant, a large foot directly stepped on his chest!
"Pff!"
A mouthful of fresh blood was instantly stomped out.
Originally somewhat energized, Ling Shaoqing, after spitting this mouthful of blood, instantly became dispirited.
The force pressing down on his chest felt as heavy as a mountain, rendering him completely immobile under the immense pain.
At the same time, Ling Cong and another person had already been disabled by Xiaobao, lying flat on the floor, their bodies twisted in agony.
Turning his head, he saw Ling Shaoqing already pinned on the ground by Lin Xiong's foot, weakly saying, "Someone, come quickly and rescue me..."
Xiaobao's expression became serious as he walked toward the door.
But he stopped halfway, looking indifferently at Cheng Shuanghua who had come in with Ling Shaoqing.
