Xia Hai felt as though all his internal organs had shifted, and blood uncontrollably spilled from the corner of his mouth.
"You guys..."
Bi Lun extended his hand, stopping his fist just in front of Xia Hai's face, the blast of air slicing like a knife across his skin.
His eyes blazed with fury.
Yet, Bi Lun mockingly patted his face, "It's a pity. If this were on our turf, you'd already be a corpse. Cherish the chance to live, trash."
"We should leave, someone is approaching. It must be people from the Summer Country," someone cautioned.
Eisen Disai nodded and shouted, "Bi Lun, it's time to go, stop messing around. This is troublesome, because of your actions, I can't come here for at least three years now, damn it."
"Sorry boss, they're just too weak." Bi Lun's apology was far from convincing.
But Eisen Disai didn't feel like saying anything more.
"Let's go."
"Bang!"
Suddenly, a group of people face them were sent flying.
