Wang Quan's fighters, his pride, could barely hold on to two moves in Yan Wanqing's hands before they completely fell to the ground, unable to move.
Every one of them was in as much pain as if their mothers had died.
Wang Quan's face darkened, "You useless lot, can't even handle a little girl. All the silver spent on you has been a complete waste!"
The more Wang Quan thought about it, the angrier he became. He ordered the remaining henchmen to quickly drag those few back into the ranks, without forgetting to curse them once more, "Disgraceful!"
In his eyes, who knew nothing of martial arts, several muscular brutes were clearly capable of crushing more than a dozen girls like the slender Yan Wanqing. How could they be beaten into crying and calling for their mothers by a little girl?
This made no sense.
Wang Quan immediately felt that the money was not well spent.
He immensely regretted fostering these few, whom he had now categorized as "good-for-nothing."
