If it had been Meng Xinian's usual skills, it wouldn't have been difficult for him to avoid that kick, but now, nearly all his weight had to be supported by his left leg, which made his speed and movements quite sluggish.
And this leg injury was caused by being dragged down by a pig-headed teammate.
"Bang!"
With a muffled sound, Meng Xinian managed to dodge the kick but couldn't avoid the man's punch aimed at his chest.
Only when his chest turned cold did he realize the fabric there had been sliced open, and beads of blood seeped from his chest.
The tall man brought his fist up to his lips, sinisterly licking an ornate ring on his knuckle, and that's when Meng Xinian saw the sharp protrusion on the ring, still stained with his own blood.
The man gave a grim smile, revealing somewhat blackened teeth.
"You can't kill me," he said with a smugness and excitement as if he had already envisioned Meng Xinian being tortured to near death.
"Is that so? Let's try!"
