Because he realized his opponent was too powerful, he simply wasn't a match for him at all!
Hua Ling dared not take any chances, desperately striking back, but his knife was still knocked away, and he took a few hits, ending up kicked and sent flying.
Hua Ling's body slammed hard against a car, the pain making his head spin and vision blur. But the next second, his pupils dilated suddenly, because the man attacked again—
Just as the steel pipe was about to viciously strike his head, a hand abruptly seized it, and Zhan Sheng loudly reminded him, "Run!"
Hua Ling: "..."
Watching Zhan Sheng fiercely fight with the man, Hua Ling didn't waste any time, grabbed his phone and made a call, "Hurry up and bring weapons, I, Master Hua, have been attacked..."
"Run, quick!" Zhan Sheng suddenly yelled again.
His body wasn't in good shape, and the opponent was too formidable; he wouldn't be able to hold out much longer.