With a single strike, Wang Qianqian knocked down three young men. She didn't leave immediately but instead walked straight up to them.
The three of them lay on the ground, groaning from their injuries, and as they saw Wang Qianqian approaching, their eyes became increasingly terrified.
"Who... who are you?"
"Who am I?" Wang Qianqian had no intention of explaining, because she felt it was a waste of time to explain to such people.
During this time, she had encountered people like this more than once or twice.
This also indicated that the security issues in Linchuan had become increasingly severe.
Of course, these so-called security issues were mainly concerning ordinary people. For her, although there were many martial artists in Linchuan who occasionally caused trouble, they couldn't affect her.
Ever since she had defeated the Allied Forces of the Holy Mountain and the Yu family's juniors in a battle outside Linchuan, no one dared to challenge the Nether Army's power.
