Lin Fan collapsed,
Exhausting his last bit of strength, he could not bear the burden of his body any longer and lay on the ground, unable to move even a finger.
In the countless futures he had seen, many paths suggested that the stranger in purple would raise his hand and with one shot, flip his sedan or directly destroy the exit of the parking lot.
It would have been an easy way to cut off his own retreat.
But that guy never did that…
In fact, he didn't do anything at all, just aimlessly dodged, allowing the iron spike in his hand to stab his body over and over, his body bathed in blood, followed by a piercing, maniacal laughter.
"Madman..." Lin Fan thought.
Immediately after, his body exited the state of "self-hypnosis".
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