The standard combat stance, the force behind each move, she clearly had training!
Sang Nian was completely dumbfounded.
This woman, who sent the man flying with a kick, is his sister Xian?
After all, in his eyes, sister Xian was a beautiful star who needed their leader's protection, as she seemed incapable of even hurting a fly.
By now, Huo Qi had arrived, and Sang Nian hurriedly handed him the puppy so he could hold it while he rushed to help.
But his help was not needed.
Seeing the heavy man crash to the ground, Wen Xian pounced, elbow plunging down, striking his stomach hard as she leaped.
The man screamed in pain, his face twisting in agony.
Wen Xian then stood up, surveying the scene in the garage.
Along the wall, several small metal cages contained seven or eight puppies and kittens, some crying out in fear, others trembling and huddled together.
Wen Xian even saw tears in the eyes of a kitten near her, which then shrank back trembling.