His Anger
Redakteur: Nyoi-Bo Studio
Coach Jin was sweating all over. Kicked from behind, he immediately kneeled. He wanted to get up, but was held down by the bodyguards behind him. He suddenly felt a chill down his spine. Looking at the man in front of him, Coach Jin's knees became weak.
Li Sicheng's features were almost perfect, making him look like a sculpture. He did not have time to change out of the bloodstained clothes. Despite what he was wearing, he crossed his legs and looked graceful. With a cigarette between his fingers, he narrowed his eyes at Coach Jin, making the coach shiver.
Coach Jin had seen a lot of boxing experts in his life, but no one could make him feel this way. With only one look from this guy, he felt he had nowhere to hide, and he wanted to run away. However, before he got up, he was kicked down by the bodyguards behind him and had to crouch. Then, his hand was stepped on by a military boot.
"Ouch!" He screamed out of extreme pain.
But… a military boot?