Looking at Tong Yan still fighting, everyone was confused. Injured?
No problems at all!
Looks perfectly normal!
See, she's still kicking, she just kicked a zombie actor flying.
That strength is simply terrifying!
Where is she injured?
It's as if she's teasing them!
Obviously healthier than anyone!
Bo Yimo picked up the fighting Tong Yan in one swift motion, swept his long, narrow eyes around, and said indifferently, "Who's in charge of props?"
The middle-aged man in charge of props slowly emerged from the crowd, looking impatient, "What's up? The wire had issues, but it's not my fault. I checked it earlier, there were no problems. Who knows if she..."
Before he could finish, Bo Yimo kicked him directly.
With a bang, the middle-aged man fell to the ground, his chest in excruciating pain, he clutched his chest angrily, "I said it wasn't my fault, are you deaf? Everyone, judge for yourselves, I clearly..."
