In the night, Qi Fang moved like an agile tiger, kicking off from the wall with two steps and landing a powerful kick to the opponent's face. The man spat blood from his mouth and collapsed to the ground, groaning.
Qi Fang clapped his hands, adjusted his sleeves, and turned around, only to see that Ye Shuilan had just finished her fight as well. She was balancing on one leg, spitting bloody saliva on the ground and wiping away the blood from the corner of her mouth.
Seeing Qi Fang looking over, she stood up.
Qi Fang turned around and walked out of the alley, back to where his car was parked. He pressed the car lock and had just sat in the driver's seat when someone got into the passenger seat.
He looked over and met those willow-leaf eyes again, and his face darkened.
"Get out!" he snapped coldly.
"Give me back the chip, and I'll leave immediately!" Ye Shuilan extended her hand, still marked with the scratches from their earlier fight.
