A Tooth for a Tooth
編輯: Nyoi-Bo Studio
In the dimly lit room, Da Yuan laid face-up on the ground. His bloodied face was white as a sheet, and he was dead. Han Mian and Hei Lang stood at the side with solemn looks on their faces. They were incensed, deep in anguish.
Compared to the other two, Leng Bao appeared relatively calmer. He hadn't recovered from the fact that Da Yuan was kicked to death by Xiao Luo. When he remembered Xiao Luo's eyes brimming in a fury and on the warpath, an dark, unspoken emotion returned to haunt him.
Long Sankui was sitting on the master's chair, holding a cane, shaped like a dragon's head with his right hand, and playing with two bao ding balls [1] with his left. With aging eyes that were glowing like the stars in winter, he glared at Leng Bao, "He was kicked to death by that kid?"
Leng Bao wanted to answer no, but the fact was yes.
He nodded, "Yes."
"What the f*ck? Is that kid really so extraordinary?"