Mr. Jiu said unhurriedly, "Kid, let me see your real skills."
At the critical moment, Qin Miaomiao was still a protective wife. She leaned close to Lu Qing's ear and spoke up for him, "Ninth Uncle, three against one seems a bit unfair, doesn't it?"
"He's your husband. If he can't even handle these three, how's he supposed to protect you? You're the Su Family heir, the future head of the Su Family. If he's not good enough, Ninth Uncle will find you a few more capable men to choose from."
Qin Miaomiao: …Ninth Uncle, I think you're stirring up trouble.
In the midst of the three-person attack, Lu Qing's skills didn't falter at all; in fact, his moves only grew faster!
All Qin Miaomiao saw were blurry afterimages. Her eyes were getting dizzy. Ouyang Yan, Ou bei Yao, and Ou Beichen were showing no mercy either, focusing their attacks entirely on weak and critical spots, coordinating flawlessly!
