"Are we still stopping him?" asked a younger fellow, looking at Huo Chen with fear etched across his face. This kid was a bit sinister, unbelievably strong.
The one calling the shots here was a man approaching his thirties, his face riddled with hesitation as he observed the monstrous figure before him. "Stop him."
The command given, a crowd of people charged at Huo Chen.
Upon seeing this, Wu Qingsong immediately pulled out an iron rod from his bag and swung it hard into the chests of those rushing towards them.
The Xu family men didn't pause either, launching their attacks on these people.
Huo Chen, cradling Xu Ying in his arms, ran swiftly to the car. Confronting those who tried to stop him, he threw punches with rapid precision, casting a blur like a bolt of lightning. Those hit by him all lay on the ground, howling in pain.
Past these men, Huo Chen quickly scooped up Xu Ying into the car, slammed on the gas, and raced into the hospital.
