Zhou Qing couldn't care less about his own wounds as he supported Wu Yafei and retreated to the window.
A chilly wind blew, sending a shiver down his spine.
"I'll give you the money," Zhou Qing compromised, gritting his teeth as he spoke.
"Isn't that more like it?" The bleached-haired thug sneered, having thought he was dealing with a tough nut to crack. Was he just a pushover after all? His henchmen laughed as well, faces filled with disdain.
Seeing them lower their guard, Zhou Qing suddenly shouted, "Run!"
Wu Yafei instantly understood Zhou Qing's intentions and, using the last of his strength, forcefully flipped over and jumped down!
Zhou Qing followed closely behind.
