Standing among this group of people, Yang Ying had nothing to be nervous about. They formed layer after layer of protection around her, meaning that even a small elite force would scarcely be able to scratch her in the short term—let alone the woman who did not look particularly formidable standing right before them.
"Sun Zhongqian! Get your ass out here!"
With a sweep of her blade, everyone instinctively followed the direction of the point, looking straight past Yang Ying's group to the man standing behind them with a slightly awkward expression.
Chapter 100