Blocked the attack with one hand.

Even standing at the side, Tong Yan could feel the powerful force behind the strike—if it had landed on her foolish brother, he would’ve been seriously injured!

Thinking of this, Tong Yan’s eyes turned cold, "Courting death." At a glance, there was somewhat of a resemblance to Bo Yimo.

As soon as she spoke, Tong Yan began to move; she retaliated using the same move that had just been aimed at her brother, with greater strength and explosiveness. She charged forward and knocked the person down to the ground, causing them to lose consciousness.

Then she stomped them harshly several times, showing no mercy. Finally, she stepped on his third leg with force, even in unconsciousness eliciting a terrible scream that was piercing and frightening, causing those around to shiver uncontrollably. Several people’s legs instinctively drew back, deeply feeling a pain.

Isn’t this a bit too cruel?

Though they were of military origin, unafraid of tears, hardships, pain or death, there was a kind of pain that surpassed all else, and they truly feared it!

Meanwhile, they didn’t know what to do.

Furthermore, no one mentioned this girl being so skilled—it was entirely unexpected.

Tong Yan stunned everyone momentarily, but since they were of military origin, their reactions were quick; their bewilderment lasted only for a moment before launching another attack.

With the two aligning forces, a dozen men were powerless to stop them, and soon it was over. Standing there, they fit naturally together as if meant to be; Su Chenxi watched in amazement from the side.

Their techniques differed entirely in style, yet standing together inexplicably felt perfectly matched, as though destined to be side by side.

Just about to speak when suddenly a voice interjected, "Tsk tsk tsk, Little Mo, you’ve gotten impressive."

Bo Qingzhi approached leisurely, a roguish smile on his lips, his upturned corners amplifying the sharpness of his features. Dressed in military uniform that accentuated his tall stature, casting a striking presence, atop his black military boots were long legs treading with a steady gait, loaded with a mix of cheeky charm and elegance.

Bo Yimo shot him a glance then calmly retracted his gaze, appearing entirely oblivious.

╮(╯▽╰)╭, as the brother of a cool, detached sibling, one must be magnanimous.

Behind Bo Qingzhi came several soldiers, who rounded up the dozen soldiers lying on the ground and packed them into military vehicles.

He chuckled softly, slightly lifting his eyes, displaying a dazzling flair, "Little Mo, these ones likely aren’t from Beijing, I need to investigate thoroughly."

He turned, spotting Tong Yan, "Sister-in-law, impressive skills—didn’t know Little Mo liked this type."

What type is this exactly, unclear!

Such words halfway said are rather annoying, asking for trouble, didn’t you know!

Bo Qingzhi patted Bo Yimo’s shoulder, "Saved me quite a bit of hassle." As for those people handed over to him, what fate awaits them? If he doesn’t pry something out of them, he won’t be named Bo.

Obviously targeting the Bo Family, possibly uncovering something significant.

Then, dropping his hand, he slipped one in his pocket, radiating grace and composure.

Bo Yimo brushed the dust off his shoulder, "Dirty."

Bo Qingzhi: ...

Is this really his own brother?