The swift ambush came at Lin Fan like lightning, making it impossible for him to dodge.
All he felt was a pain in his wrist as a steel ball embedded itself into his forearm.
Staggering from the pain, Lin Fan couldn't continue holding Qi Yu hostage, for she fiercely raised her leg and kicked him directly on the chin, knocking him to the ground.
The half-bottle in his hand slipped from his grasp due to the pain.
On top of a series of blows, Lin Fan's stamina had already reached its limit.
He struggled a few times on the ground, unable to get up.
"Bastard, does it feel good to touch?"
Qi Yu turned around, stomped on Lin Fan's chest, and angrily, she could finally get her revenge.
"They say dying under the moon and flowers, even a ghost can be amorous, but dying at the hands of an ugly wretch like you seems somewhat undeserving."
Resigned to his fate, Lin Fan lay there, his whole body aching, unable to move.
