Death is the only answer
BAM!
A heavy thud rang out once. Zhao Suan, who had originally been sitting on the sofa, flew back with the sofa he was sitting on. Both the sofa and his body flew towards the old wall of the abandoned building.
Crash!
The sofa broke apart into pieces. Zhao Suan was lucky that his body was still intact.
However, he was in a rather pitiful state. It was not just hair that was messed up and full of dust, but his face was also soaked with crimson blood. As for his teeth, who knew how many he had lost, as it was countless!
Zhao Suan’s body dropped onto the floor beside what was once a sofa. At that moment, no one needed to ask how he was. Other than pain, he did not feel anything else.
“Y…You!” Zhao Suan’s lips quivered. His voice was hoarse and faint.
He used his left arm to help him get back up slowly and miserably. As for his right arm, it had been broken since he’d tried to block Bai Chen’s punch. That was why he did not use it.