"Hmm, then I'll trouble you."
Lin Xie spoke with a somewhat weak voice. After finishing, he clutched his stomach and got up from the sofa.
Unable to hold back as he was about to leave, he vomited a mouthful of blood.
Forcing himself to endure the pain, he walked out of the villa!
The power of Ye Huan's punch was truly formidable.
If Lin Xie's physical condition wasn't much better than the average person, he'd definitely be on his way to the afterlife by now.
Fatty Round Jiro looked at the pool of dark red blood on the ground emitting a pungent odor and frowned.
Dark red is venous blood, and the pungent odor suggests that Lin Xie might be experiencing massive internal bleeding, which can't be faked.
Fatty Round Jiro took out another satellite phone that looked like a small pager.
This phone had just one number button: 7!
After pressing the "7" on the small keypad, he dialed the number.
Soon, the call connected.
