Li Shang tore a piece of cloth to wrap around the cut on his lower back, exerting force with his spine. The muscles twined like pythons, forcefully pulling the triangular wound into a seam.
His third-level martial arts, Pan Snake Force, temporarily stopped the bleeding.
Li Shang wore a somber expression, his gaze sweeping past the narrow alley to look at the unfamiliar man across from him.
Long pants, short sleeves, cropped hair, an average-looking face that seemed to be in his twenties, the type that would go unnoticed in a crowd, but his eyes were strikingly dark and bright.
This was the man who had silently approached from behind and stabbed him.
As a vice-captain of the Patrol Office, Li Shang had offended many enemies, but he searched his memory and couldn't match a face to the young man before him.
"Who sent you to kill me? Do you know who I am?"
