Yang Sheng had barely spoken when Jiang Ning swung his arm and took back the Mountain Bike.
He gently set the Mountain Bike down, his tone certain. "Don't worry, the bike's fine."
He had used the Solidification Art. Forget smashing into a person—even if it struck a brick wall, the bicycle would not be damaged.
Yang Sheng had merely reacted in panic. The force of Jiang Ning swinging that bicycle just now had been truly terrifying.
She had been worried that Jiang Ning would hit too hard and kill those men, yet when the words reached her lips, they somehow turned into concern for the bicycle.
The man called Brother Liu was still lying on the ground, coughing up blood. The lower half of his face and his neck were smeared with it.
It added a touch of horror to the already quiet night.
The young men who had charged in afterward were also sprawled on the ground. Yang Sheng could even see that two of their arms were bent at strange angles. They were definitely broken.
When she looked at Jiang Ning again, her gaze was filled with an indescribable astonishment.
Usually, Jiang Ning gave Yang Sheng the impression of being a rather clean-cut, gentle boy.
Whenever he explained problems to her, he always spoke softly, with the occasional small joke.
Yang Sheng felt that Jiang Ning was talented. He understood many things, and he could explain what he knew in an interesting way.
Listening to Jiang Ning explain problems was an enjoyable experience.
If she did not live so far from him, she would definitely have asked him for help far more often than she did now.
When Jiang Ning had fought in the classroom before, Yang Sheng had only thought it was some minor scuffle.
But today,