At this moment, faced with Ye Qian, who was crawling on the ground, with one hand pointing forward, rolling towards him.
Li Qingming's veins were bulging with uncontrollable rage.
Already at the end of his strength, with his blood-oxygen level on the verge of its limit, he somehow mustered a nameless force that defied biology.
"Not following commands?"
He kicked at Ye Qian's body, like a goalkeeper launching a ball, striking right on Ye Qian's right buttock.
Ye Qian's body was flung into the air, even smiling and drooling as he did.
Completing a full rotation and crashing to the ground, Li Qingming switched legs and gave him another kick on the left side.
"Sacrifice the pawn to save the chariot?"
Whoosh—
Another graceful arc of drool spun through the air like spun sugar on a candied hawthorn stick.
Following this,
"Scanning, complete." The voice of the Pointer came unexpectedly, as if she too couldn't bear to watch anymore.
Hiss—hiss—
