Special 3: A Debt From Past Lifetime
Jia Ming'en bit on the cloth as he used his working hand to tie a dead knot on the other bleeding arm, his jaws tightening from the pain. Harsh breathing echoed around the abandoned factory as he stumbled deeper and hid himself between the shadows of the dark. His glasses had been thrown off somewhere during the fight earlier and his right eye was swollen badly too. Not only that, it seemed like he also had a few broken ribs. The hilt of a knife poked out of his stomach, he gritted his teeth and pulled it out without barely any hesitation. A deep groan escaped his lips, blood poured out of his wounds which he covered with his palm.
No matter how he thought about it, he was at a disadvantage here.
He cursed vehemently inward and glanced around, the blood and sweat that dripped into his eye made it difficult for him to see. Spotting a few large cargos, he limped there, blood trickling down to the ground with his every step.
