Sean Daniel's pupils violently dilated due to a physiological reaction as the incoming fist, with a fierce wind, approached...
The one standing and taking a beating, his platinum blonde hair fluttering in front of his forehead, yet the fist with the glove stopped just 5 millimeters from his nose.
Sean Daniel fell down onto the ground with a thud, clutching his chest and shouting:
"I've suffered internal injuries!"
Then he made a sound as if he was spitting out blood, spraying saliva instead.
Long Xiliang felt the other man's spit hit his foot, his eyes turned cold, and he unceremoniously sent a kick flying in return.
This time, Sean Daniel truly collapsed on the ground after being hit.
Lying there, he let out a few pitiful cries, his azure blue eyes looking up at the ceiling. In the dim indoor lighting, Sean Daniel's platinum curly eyelashes stood out strikingly.
In fact, he still had no clear idea why Long Xiliang had called him back early.