Ding Chen Mo remained calm and unhurried, raising his hand to block the man's fist, then twisted and extended his long leg, kicking the man and sending him flying into two others who didn't have time to dodge, leaving the three of them sprawling on the ground in a sorry state.
The others seized the opportunity to approach Ding Chen Mo, with fists raised one after another, they harshly slammed them down on him.
Wang Zishu watched from the side, somewhat shocked. If it were her in that moment, she wouldn't have been able to dodge that attack completely, but Ding Chen Mo did just that, and his movements flowed like water—sharp and dashing.
With a burst of forceful punches and long legs kicking out, sending three big men flying, a group of men soon lay beaten on the ground, agonized howls filling the air. Only then did Ding Chen Mo's mood lighten slightly, but it wasn't enough, far from enough.
Wang Ye's face darkened as he looked at the injured men scattered over the floor.
