That last wisp of suspicion had already faded, like a trace of blood dispersing within a basin of clear water.
"So that's how it is," he spoke suddenly before throwing Yun Hen a smirk and a sudden punch on his chest. "Look at you. A fellow small in size but big in courage."
That punch landed rather intentionally and so heavily that Meng Fuyao could feel her hair splitting from the wind that strike carried. Her heart skipped a beat.
Yun Hen's injury…
'If he retaliates…'
Thud.
The dull sound of skin contact made Meng Fuyao squirm involuntarily.
Yun Hen staggered backward and just as his bum was about to hit the ground, he managed to break his fall by grabbing onto the clothes of a gunned guard. Red in the face, he cried out, "Joke's on me. What great skills you have, Sir!"
