A tall, slim young man snorted coldly.
"Chen Kai, I must say, you're a pretty cool-headed person. I'm slightly impressed. Even at such a time, you're still trying to put on a brave face, still looking so calm. Do you really think we can't see that your feet are unsteady when you run? Do you genuinely believe we can't tell that even if you still have some martial arts skills, there's very little of it left in you?"
Another short-statured man stepped forward.
"Brother, stop wasting words with this guy, can't you see he's panting heavily, his face red as a beet? I'm actually a bit worried he might die from holding his breath."
The tall, slim young man smirked triumphantly.
"Why should you worry? If he really dies from lack of breath, wouldn't that just make our job easier?"
The short man let out a sigh of resignation.
"Don't you get it, brother? Our boss asked for him alive. If this kid dies like this, won't that just be letting him off too easily?"