Lin Fan tried to catch his breath. He was running out of breath from the "intense workout" previously.
He looked around, but the gangster was nowhere to be seen. "Where did that dog go? How can he escape from my attacks? Now, now, there's no need to hide back in your little hole. You're good, so I do not mind conceding defeat!"
The crowd watched Lin Fan murmur to himself as he walked around the area searching for the gangster.
He's on your mace! Are you blind?
Drip!
Lin Fan felt a drip of water on his face. Lin Fan wiped it off only to realize that it was blood. He looked up abruptly to a ridiculous scene.
"What the hell, why are you there?"
He stared at the gangster dumbfoundedly. Why is he pinned onto the mace?
Desperation was written all over the gangster's face. Never in his life would he have imagined that he would die in this way.
A Body Tempering Stage Eight…
