As more and more people crowded around her, Bi Xia bent down to pick up two steel whips from the ground, gripping them in her hands. Bi Xia stared at the crowd manically, with a sly smile, "Is this all you've got?"
"Little brat, don't get cocky," the burly man at the front clutched a steel whip, "it's just you now, and we have more than twenty people here. I don't believe you can continue to be so arrogant!"
"Heh."
With a cold smile, the young girl twirled the steel whips in her hands, looking expressionless at the group. "I don't want to waste words. Tell me, where are Wang Qiang and Jian?"
"If you want to find Brother Qiang and Brother Jian, you'll have to get through us first!"
As his words fell, the burly man waved his hand, and everyone with steel whips charged at Bi Xia.
