Zhu Wenwu wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, looking at the empty room, feeling a bit desolate.
He was overlooked, so easily ignored by that murderer, and he didn't even have as much presence as his sister.
"The power of that kick was really heavy, cough cough, almost killed me with one kick."
Zhu Wenwu felt a sharp pain throughout his body, as if his body was falling apart, and he couldn't stand up at all. Then he heard the sounds of fighting and screaming coming from the corridor.
In the darkness, blood spurted past the door, and a head rolled into the corridor, stopping at the doorway, its pupils opened, the side of its face staring at him.
Zhu Wenwu recognized the face; it was a brother he had only met yesterday, who was previously a taekwondo coach boasting of exceptional combat skills.
Zhu Wenwu felt terrified, afraid, his lips turning pale, his body uncontrollably trembling, almost suffocating. He took out his phone and saw the message from Su Changxing.
