Du Tao was no pushover. After all, managing security at a bar wasn't a job for the faint-hearted; these were people who had mingled with the darkest elements in their youth. Otherwise, how could they thrive in a place as chaotic as Zhonghai?
He swung his steel pipe as he charged forward, taunting, "Let's see how much longer you can hold out."
Anyone who had trained in boxing knew that the back of the human head was a lethal spot. A heavy blow could at least lead to unconsciousness, if not immediate death. So, unless one intended to kill, that area was usually avoided.
Having just taken a heavy hit to the back of his head from a steel pipe, Du Tao felt sure that Huo Jing wouldn't last much longer.
But Huo Jing's physical condition was surprisingly sturdy. Despite the excruciating pain at the back of his head, he remained fiercely agile, showing no signs of injury.
