Chương 1035: The Story of Ling and Heng (298)

"Ah, fuck---" the man who received the blow cried out in pain. His head was covered in blood as he raised the rod in his hand to charge forward.

Feng Ling could barely keep her eyes open. She held onto her consciousness with some difficulty and felt as though the world was spinning on its axis. Although Li Nanheng only had one arm around her, his grip was firm. As he held her in his grip to avoid the opponent, she could feel him returning the blow with ease.

Even though she was a significant burden in his embrace, he moved as though he was simply carrying out a training exercise in the base. Even with a sandbag that weighed around 45 kilograms in his arms, he could ensure that both him and the sandbag were unharmed. For Li Nanheng, this was clearly a simple task. Furthermore, these three men were but small fries to him. Even if they were armed with metal rods, knives and guns, their guns were clearly not good enough to be a match against him.