The moment Mo Ling saw Song Qiao, she was stunned.
Especially when she noticed he had even taken off his bulletproof vest, she became furious.
Fearing her scolding would attract the attention of those around them, leading to more bullets being directed at Song Qiao, she only glared at him angrily.
"Are you trying to die! And! Where is Deng Hui? Wasn't I supposed to have you protect him?"
"If anything happens to him, our mission is over, do you know that!"
After taking down an opponent, Song Qiao quickly rushed in to meet Mo Ling.
Their backs were pressed together, and Song Qiao could even feel that due to exhaustion, Mo Ling's muscles were trembling slightly.
Relieved that he had arrived in time, Song Qiao said with a playful tone,
"What mission? If you die, who will keep me warm at night?"
"Ah, alright, alright. Deng Hui is being protected by Wei Feng and the others."
"Let's deal with the enemies on your side first, then we'll regroup with them."
Mo Ling didn't want to argue with him, as it would consume more energy.
She simply reminded him, "These people are not easy to deal with, they are martial artists!"
Good heavens!
Just from that sentence, Song Qiao could imagine how much the Guo family doted on Mo Ling.
They had deployed six martial artists to surround Mo Ling all at once!
It was no wonder she was struggling so much.
In this situation, for her to have taken down two of them single-handedly and not be defeated was already impressive.
When martial artists wear bulletproof vests and helmets, it's practically invincible!
The weight of the bulletproof vest was as light as a feather to a martial artist.
As for the impact force that ordinary people couldn't withstand, which penetrated the bulletproof vest,
it was even less of a concern for them, with their extremely powerful physiques!
Song Qiao looked at the three opponents before him and chuckled.
"It seems I can't hold back any longer!"
Noticing Song Qiao's expression, the three on the opposite side snorted in unison.
They exchanged glances, and the aura around them immediately surged several times!
Their internal energy surged out, rushing towards Song Qiao!
Facing the trio's sudden assault, Song Qiao's expression remained unchanged.
He channeled his internal energy to his palm and, the moment they arrived, he suddenly slapped towards one of their heads!
With a "bang!"
It wasn't that Song Qiao's palm directly shattered the helmet.
Instead, the opponent's entire head exploded!
A mist of blood splattered across the transparent visor.
Blood and bone fragments gushed out from the lower edge of the helmet!
On the other hand, the helmet that Song Qiao had struck remained intact.
There wasn't even a single dent on its surface!
This showed that Song Qiao's mastery of internal energy had reached a state of perfection.
Otherwise, this strike would not have had such terrifying penetration!
The remaining two couldn't see what was happening inside the helmet.
They assumed Song Qiao had merely used brute force to kill their companion.
Judging that Song Qiao was at the peak of his exhaustion, their attacks became even fiercer!
After Song Qiao finished off one of them, the attacks from the remaining two arrived.
One punch, one palm strike!
The wind from the punch whistled, and the force of the palm strike was even deeper and more surging!
However, to Song Qiao, these were nothing to be concerned about!
"Get lost!"
Having decided not to hold back his strength, Song Qiao now seemed like a god!
As he raised one leg, he casually slapped the face of another opponent with his backhand!
With a loud "boom!"
Internal energy, as deep as the ocean, erupted. The immense power made it impossible for the two to resist.
They even felt like they were suffocating!
The situation of being surrounded by their punches and palm strikes was mercilessly neutralized by Song Qiao.
The two bodies were heavily struck, and they flew backward like kites with broken strings!
He had dealt with the three opponents in just an instant!
"Hmph!" Song Qiao clapped his hands and sneered contemptuously at their corpses.
"Low-level martial artists!"
Mo Ling hadn't fully reacted yet. She had already assumed a stance, ready to assist Song Qiao.
But the enemies had already fallen!
This made her lick her lips, her eyes fixed on Song Qiao with a bewildered expression.
I knew you were strong, but I didn't know you were *this* strong!
Although Song Qiao's performance fully supported such a statement,
Mo Ling still pouted in dissatisfaction after she came to her senses.
Her face flushed red, and she yelled angrily at his back,
"I was conserving my strength, don't you understand!"
Song Qiao was about to turn around to tease her a few words.
Suddenly, he heard Wei Feng's anxious call through the headset.
"Boss! Requesting backup!"