A figure flew out.
How far it flew depended on how much force was in Leng Wushuang's kick.
Of course, Leng Wushuang didn't really intend to kill Zhou Shuo; if she did, it would still cause a bit of trouble. Although Leng Wushuang wasn't afraid of anything, small troubles can be annoying.
But if she didn't kill, this Zhou Fourth Master would still be a problem. No matter how she thought about it, it was quite a headache.
But Leng Wushuang remained optimistic.
Whatever, just hit him to release the anger in her chest first.
Simply put, it was just about venting!
And so, this scene unfolded.
Everyone present witnessed this scene, already dumbstruck, stunned silent.
What they saw was a woman with a shockingly good figure, relentlessly beating Zhou Fourth Master of the Zhou Family. And that Fourth Master, though a man, had no power to fight back, being pummeled by the ruthless woman, constantly letting out muffled groans.
