"Wen Ming?"
The masked man was astonished.
He asked himself if the familiar face before him belonged to the kid he encountered the other day and from whom he had asked for directions. He wondered why the kid would appear on the mountainside.
On top of everything, the kid even stabbed him.
Xu Xiaoshou suddenly felt himself trembling. Despite all his calculations, he never thought the man on the ground would be able to do such a thing.
Without warning, he reached out to tear off the mask from the masked man's face.
It was only fair that he returned the favor.
Whack!
However, the masked man's movements were no longer slow. He swiftly grabbed hold of Xu Xiaoshou's hand and dug his fingers into its flesh.
Xu Xiaoshou pulled his hand back from the pain but, to his horror, discovered that he could not pull it away.
Xu Xiaoshou was stunned.
Shouldn't he be in a weakened state?