Shen Jin listened to the stream of filthy insults around him and laughed in fury.
"Heh. Are you sure you want to stop us?"
He was already seething, and these people were only pouring oil on the fire.
"Hahaha! So what if we stop you? How about this? Leave that chick beside you here for us to play with for a few days. You can pick her up in a week."
A fat man held a baseball bat. His belly was all loose skin now. He had clearly been starving, burning through most of his fat until only disgusting folds remained.
With a lecherous grin, he extended his baseball bat and pointed at Shang Qian as he spoke.
Shang Qian could no longer hold back. She raised her tungsten steel longsword and moved like lightning!
Slash!
One stroke severed the shouting fat man's hand, and the baseball bat fell to the ground with it.
None of the others had expected Shang Qian to lash out. They had all been watching Shen Jin, wary that he might fight back when cornered, only for Shang Qian to take one of them out with a single slash.
"Ah!! My hand!"
The fat man collapsed in agony, picked up his severed hand, and clutched it as he rolled on the ground, tears and snot streaming down his face.
The muscular man was alarmed. Shang Qian's speed had far surpassed that of an ordinary person. "Who the hell are you?"
He held his horse-chopping saber across his body and took a stance. One look was enough to tell he had proper weapons training.
The others also raised their weapons, though their stances were a sloppy mess. How much fighting ability they actually had was anyone's guess.
Shen Jin sneered. "We were just people asking for