Chen Han was an expert, and if Ye Xiong hadn't been injured, he might have been able to win, but with a limp leg, how could he possibly triumph?
Who would have known, upon hearing a smack, Chen Han's huge body was sent flying outwards, his teeth mixed with blood, floating down from mid-air.
Luo Weiwei couldn't even see how Ye Xiong had made his move before Chen Han was down.
"Trash like you, don't say a broken leg, even if I broke both legs, crushing you would be like squashing an ant," Ye Xiong said coldly as he brushed off his hands.
Chen Han picked himself up, touched the corner of his mouth, and found his hand smeared with fresh blood and broken teeth.
He never would have guessed that his opponent, despite a ruined leg, was still so formidable; if he himself had not been injured, he would have been even less of a match.
A glint of murderous intent shone from his eyes as Chen Han suddenly drew his gun, aiming it at Ye Xiong.
