Mo Ren Di finally accepted the bet with grace and admitted defeat.
Though he didn't say it out loud,
he was secretly admiring Yi Lin's ruthlessness in his heart.
One has to be ruthless to oneself before they can be ruthless to others.
At this moment, Yi Lin was lying on the ground, his right hand a bloody, unrecognizable mess.
Expressionless, he stared at Yi Lin's right hand as the flesh there squirmed and, bizarrely, sprouted new growths, quickly healing.
The collapsed left shoulder was even making tiny cracking noises.
But overall, Yi Lin still looked rather pitiful at that moment.
Mo Ren Di irritably rubbed his left eye.
Though the wound was very minor,
the blue and purple bruise was undoubtedly proof of "injury".
——There was no way to argue with that.
"Little Bastard, that last bomb of yours... seemed to have a bit of a different kick?"
"Hehe."
Yi Lin smiled,
without explaining.
But he said to himself silently,
