"Qi Zechuan, are you a martial artist?" Li Qianqian asked the man beside her in a low voice, eyeing the group of at least a dozen people approaching them.
"I suppose so." Qi Zechuan narrowed his eyes, well aware that the visitors meant harm.
In the past, whenever he had trouble with someone, his subordinates handled it, often with the help of Qin Muyang, a sanda champion who could take on a whole crowd single-handedly. Qi Zechuan had almost never fought himself, though he had seen enough to memorize the theory, and he had even read a few books on combat techniques.
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