Shanshan's back instantly went ramrod straight. Her knuckles gave a soft CRACK as she discreetly shifted her weight, ready to fight at a moment's notice.
She took a half-step back with her left foot, slightly bent her knees, and relaxed her shoulders, her entire body poised to strike.
She pulled her right hand from her bag, her fingertips hooking the edge of a Copper Coin. With just a single spell, she could summon the wind and break the predicament.
She stared into the eyes of the man on her left, gauging when he would make his next move.
Just as the two thugs lunged at her, Shanshan tilted her head and dodged the first attack. She was about to kick back when Ling Zhiwei shot out from around the corner. He drove his knee into the first guy, sending him flipping end over end.
The man slammed heavily onto the ground, his back hitting the concrete with a dull thud. Before he could even get up, Ling Zhiwei had already stomped on his wrist and twisted his shoulder.
