"Did I say you could scream? Scream again and I'll pierce your throat!" Xie Ning slammed Xiao Huang Mao's head onto the large, square table, the sharp metal spike extending from between her fingers aimed right at his throat.
"Holy crap." The young man next to him hadn't expected Xie Ning to attack so suddenly, pinning their leader, Xiao Huang Mao, in one move.
He stumbled back in fear, but another metal spike quickly pierced his calf, and he fell to the ground with a THUD.
The remaining three young men were all scared witless at the same time.
The one who had been circling the RV, drooling, was the first to react. He turned and bolted for the iron gate.
"Mon-monster, it's a monster!"
"Uncle!"
At Xie Ning's shout, Song Youzhi instantly understood. He rushed forward and grabbed the young man by the scruff of his neck.
He effortlessly lifted the hundred-plus-pound young man, as easily as if he were picking up a chick.
Song Kexin, watching from the side, was completely stunned.
