Ai Hui was unable to make sense of the matter. After some time, he suddenly understood what he was grabbing on to.
Feeling a lump of burning charcoal in his hand, he didn’t know whether to hold on or to let go.
D*mn it!
Ai Hui couldn’t help but curse inwardly. He had no idea whom he was cursing at either.The motionless body in his arms wasn’t putting up any resistance at all. From a fighter’s point of view that was a good thing, but why was he feeling this unreasonable sense of guilt?
Seconds felt like years as he became drenched in sweat.
Clang Clang Clang!
The gong sounded, signaling the end of the battle. Ai Hui quickly removed his hands from his opponent and even considerately fastened the knots of her armor. He quietly got off her back and tiptoed into the smog.
He was feeling guilty… It was better to stay far away from the target.
