Miao Mu's fist shot straight at him, and the man raised an arm to block it.
But he had clearly misjudged Miao Mu's strength and momentum. The blow slammed straight into his stomach along with his arm.
"An ambush?!" Miao Mu barked, raising his hand and bringing down a hammering punch. Whoever struck first had to be fast, precise, and ruthless!
Whether attacking head-on or counterattacking, there was only one goal: take the other person down. Having walked the line between life and death several times, Miao Mu was no longer the naïve young man he had once been.
This time, the man did not dare hesitate. He hurriedly crossed his arms and raised them, trying to block Miao Mu's descending fist.
Though the punch looked imposing, it was only a feint. Miao Mu had not put much force into it; he had been waiting for the other man to raise his arms in defense!
He immediately launched a side kick, striking the man squarely in the chest and sending him flying backward without any chance to defend himself. He landed in the street flat on his back.
Not bad. That kick had felt pretty good—far softer than kicking tires. Miao Mu lowered his leg and bounced lightly from side to side, swaying like a boxer.
"You!" The man climbed off the ground. He wore an oversized denim jacket, a hat, long pants, boots, and a pair of fingerless gloves.
When the hat came off, Miao Mu stopped bouncing around as well. He knew this person... Helena Bertinelli, the Huntress. They had once saved each other's lives, more or less...
"You bastard!" Helena threw her hat to the ground, biting her lower lip with rage written all over her face.
Miao Mu grew awkward. "The weather's nice today..."
Helena was