The instant Shen Bing grabbed the man, the burly fellow he had stopped earlier also swung a fist at him.
At some point, he had slipped a set of Brass Knuckles over his fingers. Their cold gleam made it obvious that the edges had been sharpened. There were also fine grooves on them, with traces of something black inside...
His gaze locked onto Shen Bing's eyes, as though he were looking at a dead man.
The corners of Shen Bing's mouth lifted slightly. This fellow clearly still hadn't grasped the situation.
Shen Bing kicked out with his right leg, displaying flexibility to rival a gymnast's, and the tip of his foot instantly made intimate contact with the burly man's chin.
"Aah..." A scream rang out. The man's Brass Knuckles were still half a foot from Shen Bing, but his body could no longer withstand the tremendous force. He flew backward and slammed into the elevator car.
After he hit the floor, his face turned blue and purple. He was in excruciating pain, yet could not make a sound.
Shen Bing had used carefully controlled force in that kick. Otherwise, the fellow would not merely have been lying on the floor in agony—Shen Bing might have kicked his head clean off.
It all happened in an instant. Even Yun Xue, standing behind Shen Bing, had yet to work out what was going on before one attacker was restrained and the other lay helpless on the floor.
Yun Xue wasn't the sort of girl who screamed at every unexpected incident. Once she understood what had happened, she looked at Shen Bing in astonishment. "Shen Bing, what sort of demons and monsters have you provoked this time?"
His fighting skills didn't surprise her. She had already seen them during last year's New Year