Basang was wailing while looking at his underlings lying on the ground.
At this moment, Xia Qingqing's seductive long legs and exquisite high heels were nothing but a nightmare to them.
"Who the hell is this guy?"
Basang was the local ringleader, and had never heard of such a formidable expert in the underworld.
Damn it, the beauty cradled in this guy's arms is simply a devil; one swing of those long legs, and all of his henchmen have become eunuchs.
Enduring the intense pain, Basang propped himself up on the carriage's seat and stood up shakily, asking with a trembling voice, "Who on earth are you?"
It was only then that Lin Chen let Xia Qingqing down from his embrace, his face revealing a mocking smile, "We come from Huaxia, known as the Jiaolong Junior Heroes."
"Jiaolong Junior Heroes?"
