At the moment the bottle cap opened, all the thugs, including Han Ling, retreated several steps in fear.
One of the younger thugs even exclaimed in terror, "Boss, I've heard, I've heard that this little girl is Divine Doctor Zhen Xiuming's closed-door disciple! Many people challenged her before, and they all ended up messed up. We, we better be careful and let her go! Who knows, she might be holding a deadly poison!"
With a loud smack, Han Ling's stick mercilessly struck the man's butt.
"Get lost! Don't inflate others' morale while diminishing our own! Even if she's the doctor's disciple, she's just a little girl! I refuse to believe that we, as grown men, can't handle her!"
With a twinkle in his eye, Han Ling raised the stick in his hand and threw it fiercely at Lin Shuang and others: "Since we can't get close, let's use the sticks to hit them! Once the sticks are used up, use stones, knock them out first and then talk!"
Using sticks to hit? That's a great idea!
