As soon as the man finished speaking, Fang Zhixue sensed something was wrong and immediately lifted her leg. To everyone's astonishment, she kicked Fang Shaonan, sending him flying.
Drip~
When everyone came to their senses, Fang Zhixue grabbed a sharp pair of scissors coming her way with one hand, while using the other to engage in a whirlwind fight with the man in front of her.
The two fought until they backed up to the private room's door. Fang Zhixue kicked the opponent in the chest from a difficult angle with almost unbelievable agility.
The man was sent flying onto the dining table. Fang Zhixue, with one hand bleeding profusely, leaned against the door of the private room, holding a broken stool fragment as a weapon.
"What did I say? The person who can defeat her head-on hasn't been born yet."
Feng Qingyang maintained a smile from start to finish, as if everything was under control.
"True, fighting isn't my specialty."
