Each Goes Their Own Way
The two foreigners looked greatly surprised when they saw Zhang Heng charge out from behind Jiajia.
They hesitated for a moment. Then the male foreigner rushed to meet Zhang Heng. His punch carried considerable force; it was obvious that he had kept up his training. His movements were sharp and efficient, bearing traces of military training. He would have had no trouble dealing with two or three ordinary people.
Unfortunately, this time his opponent was Zhang Heng. The female foreigner was still raising her gun to take aim at Jiajia again when her companion suddenly collapsed headfirst onto the floor, leaving her utterly shocked.
No one knew her companion's background better than she did. Miles had served in the military for four years with outstanding results. After leaving the service, he had trained diligently after joining the organization, practically living in the gym every day. Yet someone like him had been taken down in a single move.
To the female foreigner, this was simply unimaginable. But she quickly thought of something, and her expression changed. Decisively, she swung her gun toward Zhang Heng. However, before she could pull the trigger again, the handgun vanished from her hand.
The female foreigner did not try to force the issue. She had already realized that the gap in their combat abilities was too great. After losing her weapon, she did not attempt to retrieve it and immediately retreated. Yet although Zhang Heng had started a step later than she had, his speed instantly surpassed hers once he moved.
Zhang Heng smashed the female foreigner in the back of the head with the gun butt, knocking her unconscious. The entire process took less than two seconds. Both foreigners were sprawled on the floor. Zhang Heng said to Miss Succubus,