"Are you a martial artist?"
Yue Shengnan looked at the man before her, confusion flickering in her eyes.
His clean, handsome face, though unadorned, was entirely immaculate.
From head to toe, he exuded the aura of a wholesome boy-next-door—sunny and optimistic.
It was hard to imagine that this seemingly ordinary man had singlehandedly crippled that entire group.
Xiao Chen lifted his head and gazed at this young Lady Yama, reminding himself of his own days just after joining the military.
Full of youthful vigor and a burning hatred for evil.
He chuckled and said, "Officer, I'll admit, I did it. Those people wanted to cripple me. Surely self-defense isn't a problem, is it?"
"No problem? There's an enormous problem!"
Yue Shengnan stared at Xiao Chen's indifferent expression and said, "You're completely unharmed, yet those people are wrecked. You call that self-defense? Even if I believed you, would the court believe you?"
"Now that is a dilemma!"
