"You can take drugs, but I must get the things I need, otherwise I won't let you die from the drugs!" Mo Ang kicked An Xu hard.
An Xu spat out blood. The color of the blood was so dark that it was shocking to see.
"You... you'd better kick me to death!" An Xu said.
His eyes glowed with a fierce light, wishing for the death of his opponent and himself.
In his current state... he didn't even want to look at himself. Living in this world was like a walking corpse. How did he still resemble a warrior?
Faced with the control of the man in front of him, he hadn't managed to escape after so long!
How was he still a special forces soldier? How was he still an agent?
In his current state, how dared he go back to face his superior? To root out the biggest military weapons spy, he still had no means!
Someone like him should die immediately; he didn't want to live another second in this world.
