He smelled the strong scent of gasoline and knew that if the lighter were ignited, the fire would be uncontrollable. These people were out for Ye Rui's life.
Leng Shaoqing grabbed one of them by the hair and kicked his chin, followed by another kick that sent the man preparing to stab him in the back flying.
Clearly, these attackers hadn't anticipated such a strong opponent and dared not take him lightly as they advanced.
Leng Shaoqing took little time to knock down a bunch, but after a quick count, he realized that there were originally seven people. Now, only five were howling and rolling on the ground, two were missing.
Suddenly, Leng Shaoqing caught sight of two people running towards the factory building.
Cursing under his breath, he rushed after them.
The pungent smell of gasoline hit his face, slightly stinging his eyes. Adapting quickly, he saw Ye Rui lying under a central pillar, and the leader pulled her up, his knife already pressed against her neck.
