After Ye Mo had knocked the last opponent out, he turned to the driver and said, “Come over and help me out with a small favor; drag these scum with me.”
“I’ll help you.” Xiao Lei rushed up, her face still red; apparently, her excitement hadn’t died down. It was as though she met the legendary “prince-on-a-white-stallion” that suddenly came down to rescue her. It was like a dream, and things happened too fast.
Zhuo Aiguo had already calmed down, he silently rejoiced about his correct decision and further made up his mind that he was to establish a good connection with Ye Mo no matter what; he might be the student of some legendary Ancient Martial Arts Master for all he knew. Although he heard that there were some ancient martial arts families in Beijing, these families were usually very mysterious and wouldn’t come out into the normal world, nor would they become athletes either.