She clutched her injured arm, not daring to prolong the fight, and hastily dodged away.
Zhao Rui was furious—not because of Shen Xinzhu, but because of his SUV and how these people were savagely and indiscriminately killing innocents.
The seven or eight cars on this road had all been occupied.
Without a word, Zhao Rui picked up a piece of a car door from the ground, channeled his Dragon Subduing Power, and with a WHOOSH, hurled it at the sword-wielding men in suits.
It was so fast that it tore through the air with a piercing shriek.
"How dare you!"
The men in suits roared in anger, leaping aside as they swung their long katanas, slicing the car door into several pieces.
"Easterners?"
A cold glint appeared in Zhao Rui's eyes.
"Captain Zhao? Captain Zhao, you're no match for them! This has nothing to do with you. Get out of here, quickly."
