After struggling in the street for about fifteen minutes, Wang Qi and Chen Youjia finally walked hand in hand toward Chen Feng's yard.
Describing it like this is probably a bit inappropriate, because Wang Qi's right wrist was still twisted at a very unnatural angle by Chen Youjia, and if there's any connection between this and the romantic image of holding hands... Wang Qi felt the person who got that impression ought to have their brain fixed up by Chen Feng.
Chen Youjia trudged along behind Wang Qi, head down, resembling a meek girl who had taken a beating—if you ignored the twisted right wrist. Wang Qi's left hand was gently covering his ribs under his arm. It turned out that with mana having neutralized differences in physical strength, his shorter stature provided a significant advantage in close-quarters scuffling. However, Wang Qi wasn't angry with the person who had struck him; instead, he directed all his anger toward Chen Feng.
