A faint smirk was on Lee's face as he had a hint who the owner of the high pitched voice could be. Since his left eye is not in a functional state, and is bleeding slightly, Lee witnessed the familiar face. For someone who did not get what had desired, her face reflected anger.
"Chu Hua."
Lee said her name as he identified the person. As he had evaluated, there was no other person he had pissed off, with a high pitch tone. His swollen left eyelid dripped blood as the staff in her hand made contact with his right shoulder bone. The force threw the pathetically beaten up protagonist onto the floor.
"It was because of you that she rejected my invitation. So you better not exist."
