Five or six bodyguards surrounded Ding Ling.
Two of the bodyguards each reached out, grabbed Ding Ling by the arms, and tried to drag him toward the car, but he would not budge. They looked at each other. Pull him this way!
After settling on one direction,
the two men pulled together.
Still, Ding Ling did not move.
They could not help looking as if they had seen a ghost.
The three Players had originally been watching the show from inside the car. Seeing this, they grew impatient and urged them on. "What are you waiting for? Get everyone out there and take him away!"
They intended to take Ding Ling somewhere secluded and beat him up.
There were too many people here. It was inconvenient, after all.
But as Players of the Main God Space and the top second-generation heirs of South Korea, what did they have to fear?
They were merely taking someone away amicably on the street. It was not as if they were killing anyone.
There was no reason to be afraid!
But after a while, seeing that even the bodyguards could not drag Ding Ling away, the three Players frowned and shouted, "Why are you dragging your feet? Hurry up!"
What came in response, however, were the bodyguards' screams.
With a series of bangs ringing past their ears, several bodyguards all ended up sprawled on the ground.
The three Players were stunned. They stared at Ding Ling in disbelief. This guy is a Native. Is he really that good at martial arts?
Just now,
they had personally seen Ding Ling raise his legs several times and send several bodyguards flying with a Whirlwind Kick. His kicks were clean and decisive. It was clearly the Taekwondo promoted by South Korea, and it looked incredibly dashing!
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