The next second, the palm that would have blocked Xiya's heavy punch inexplicably lowered.
It was as if it had given up on resisting.
"Boom!"
Along with a dull thud, Lynn's body was thrown far away like a kite with a broken string.
Blood gushed from his mouth.
Seeing this, a trace of satisfaction fleetingly crossed Xiya's eyes.
He had finally regained the psychological advantage from this damned guy.
"That's it? As a human punching bag, you are quite unqualified," he said.
"Tell me, did you meet with Tiya last night or not?"
"Cough cough, no... comment."
"Boom!"
"No talk, I'll beat you until you do."
...
Inside Punisher Prison.
Following the lead of the rotating substitute punisher member, Tiya walked half a step behind, slowly descending the ancient staircase.
Around her was a dungeon-like environment, decrepit and dim, tinged with an unsettling dampness and the scent of blood.
