Qiao Yanjue kicked the man away.
The man screamed when kicked in the stomach, then fainted after dropping to the ground.
Qiao Yanjue's bodyguard and driver also ran over, but before they could join the battle, Qiao Yanjue and Xia Xibei had already teamed up to handle these people.
"Watch them," Qiao Yanjue instructed in a cold voice. His eyes, trained on those people, held a lethal intent.
"Yes!"
Xia Xibei frowned and walked over. She took Qiao Yanjue's hand, and the first thing she asked was, "Why are you so weak?"
She didn't think much of those people just now. Even if there was a knife, it couldn't hurt her.
But who would have thought that Qiao Yanjue was so weak? Did that powerful and all-conquering Lord Jue even exist?
The expression on Qiao Yanjue's face suddenly froze.
He didn't expect Xia Xibei to despise him even after he was injured.
He suppressed the frustration in his heart, looking a little pitiful.
