Wu Bing touched his arm, which was covered in blood, and limped toward the door. Once in a while, he turned back to look.
As the distance increased, Wu Bing could no longer see Jiang Xuecheng's face. He could only see a black figure indistinctively.
However, even though he was so far away, Wu Bing could still feel the man's king-like aura.
Moreover, till now, Wu Bing still couldn't believe Jiang Xuecheng would spare his life just like that!
Even if he had lost one arm, he was still alive. To Wu Bing, to be alive was the most important.
The three men who were still standing in front of the lift at the underground parking lot were currently silent.
In the blink of an eye, the man who was bleeding was now out of sight. Ah Si looked at Tang Yifeng hesitantly and then at his young master.
