Zhao Youlin's expression changed slightly. In a flash, a man next to her found an opening sliced Zhao Youlin's arm open.
Zhao Youlin refocused on the fight and took a step back to avoid the sneak attack of another man. She bent down and swept his legs. She directly knocked down a few people who were closer to her and rushed toward An Yue.
The man who had been knocked down by Zhao Youlin had grabbed An Yue's ankle with one hand. Although it was not enough to pull An Yue out of the car, it was enough to prevent her from shutting the door.
After An Yue was caught, she kicked the man a few times. Several times, she had even kicked the man's face, but even so, the man did not let go of her hand.
An Yue panicked. Just when she was so anxious that she did not know what to do, Zhao Youlin rushed back and gave the man another kick, knocking him away.
"Yue Yue, are you okay?" Zhao Youlin glanced at An Yue and asked in a low voice.
