His body had just launched into the air when he felt a vicious kick to his stomach.
"Ah!"
After a wretched scream, he was kicked back toward the stone table, originally laying on his back, then slowly turning onto his side as he spat out a mouthful of fresh blood on the ground.
"Damn it!"
At this moment, the sole thought in his mind was that the Emperor was a fool for sure, surrounded undoubtedly by spies sent by Sui Zimo.
Otherwise, with his movements so well hidden, how could he have been discovered so quickly?
He had only just left the palace not long ago.
If not for the Emperor of Wei, he would never have been found.
And now, he realized with shock that the person who had just kicked him was bearing a familiar face—it was none other than Sui Zimo, who he had previously seen in a painting!
"Sui Zimo, you actually..."
Before he could finish speaking, his throat was grasped, and then he couldn't move his limbs anymore as he was directly carried away.
