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Li Qiao had just slammed the car door shut when Luoyu, due to her disordered offensive, gave the man an opening to exploit.
The man flung the dagger in his hand mercilessly into Luoyu's left shoulder, splattering blood everywhere.
Then the man lifted his elbow and struck Luoyu's jaw hard, pressing her neck down against the car hood.
The throat is the most vulnerable part of the human body; this method of striking, much like that of a desperado.
At this moment, with the man's elbow pressing on her throat, Luoyu lay sprawled on the hood, but her glaring eyes still showed an unwillingness to concede defeat.
"Who did you say would be the underdog today?" The man's veiny arm pressed down on Luoyu's throat again, and as she struggled to speak, his smile grew increasingly wild.
At such a moment, the cars blocked behind no longer honked their horns.
One by one, they cautiously started reversing, afraid that the violent scene would involve them.