Zhuo Hang fought with the big boss for a long time. Both of them were immortal, they could recover from multiple injuries, even a severed arm could grow back.
However, there was a gap between their strengths, the big boss held the upper hand, having torn Zhuo Hang's arm off twice, and laughed wildly, "So Brother, how does it feel to live a life worse than death? Tell me."
"Bastard, damn it!" Zhuo Hang was very angry, retaliated like a mad dog, but all in vain, He got punched by the big boss, tumbling and crashing heavily onto the ground.
This time Zhuo Hang did not get back up. He was sprawled on the ground, panting heavily, and it was clear he had lost the fight.
"What am I supposed to do now," Cui Qi who was hiding in the corner was shivering with fear. Seeing the cold gaze from the big boss, he broke out in cold sweat.