Yan Liqiang slowly walked to that fallen Shatu and studied that person.
This Shatu man was in his forties. His eye sockets were sunken and he kept a brownish-grey beard. His face looked ferocious but his mouth was spitting mouthfuls of blood. Seeing Yan Liqiang walk over, the Shatu glared at Yan Liqiang while his body spasmed. He tried to get up but he couldn't.
That Shatu person didn't die immediately but all his bones and organs had pretty much been shattered by Yan Liqiang. The man could only breathe his final breath.
Yan Liqiang said nothing but went up to that Shatu person and squatted down. He stared into that person's eyes, "I know you can understand me. Who sent you here, and what is your purpose in Pingxi City?"
