Yang Sheng sat on the bench, her gaze wandering to the brightly blooming flowers in the garden.
April had come, and with it, flowers bloomed, spreading fragrant aromas that filled the air around her nose.
Yang Sheng reminisced about Jiang Ning's ferocity from last night and said, "Last night, you were really something."
One versus five, an overwhelming victory that was nothing short of a complete crush.
Beforehand, Yang Sheng had asked her dad about the strength of some formidable professional players—nothing out of the ordinary.
They'd fight ordinary people without boxing gloves, and knocking someone out with a single punch wasn't a problem for them.
However, even professional fighters, when faced with a few knife-wielding thugs, often opted to run since a knife slash can't simply be blocked.
Yet Jiang Ning managed to calmly use a bicycle as a weapon... so bizarre.
