Scar-faced's body was kicked away like a kite with its string cut, crashing heavily against the wall of the train carriage before sliding down to the floor, limp.
Seeing his sorry state, Ling Zi couldn't help but turn away.
The co-driver, having received a heavy blow to the flank, seemed "twisted," clearly having lost all capacity to fight.
His injuries were much more severe than those Ling Zi had just sustained.
Ling Zi instinctively wanted to retreat, but before her body could react, Spirit appeared in front of her.
To Spirit, the iron rod in Ling Zi's hands was nothing but a toy. With a casual flick of her wrist, the rod dropped from Ling Zi's grasp.
It's over!
Ling Zi's pupils dilated in fear; another hit from her, and she'd surely be dead!
At that critical moment, "bang"—the carriage door burst open with a kick.
Suddenly, a blinding beam of light sliced through the dim interior.
Spirit paused, watching warily for the source of this sudden disturbance.
