The leader shakily stood up, placing a supporting hand on his aching chest. He grunted in pain as his movement aggravated the aftermath of Lillie's strike. Spitting the blood he coughed up, he watches his men fall one by one.
Lillie Bai and Wei Fang are defeating his men without breaking a sweat. At first glance, anyone would've thought that they were outnumbered and outgunned, and are more likely to lose.
None would've guessed that this armed group would be overwhelmed by two people.
Pathetic.
Both of them are ruthless.
If only the little white face wasn't here, they would at least stood a chance against Lillie Bai.
Cursing under his breath, the leader gnashed his teeth furiously. He can't say that he's quite lucky that she didn't kill him with that jab. His ribs are broken and he's bleeding internally—if the dark blueish skin is any indication. She must've ruptured a vein in his lung, making it difficult for him to breathe.