Xu Jing, Qiao Yuqing, and Wang Liya were all terrified at this point, their faces had turned pale. These people numbered six, all in their mid-twenties to early thirties, and each one of them looked quite strong. Six against two, Song Xiaodong and Liu Yupu were bound to be no match.
"What should we do?" Xu Jing, stammering, asked while clutching Feng Kexin's hand.
"Hurry up and call the police! Hurry up and call the police!" Qiao Yuqing frantically took out her cell phone, but unexpectedly, she couldn't recall the emergency number 110 that she knew so well.
"Even if we call the police, it would be too late," Wang Liya said with a pale face.
Feng Kexin said cheerfully, "Don't worry, don't worry. You don't need to worry. My brother is really powerful. These few street punks are not even enough for him to handle with one finger."
