"Is this the man who, apart from being handsome, is useless?" Zuo Qing thought of her initial encounter with the Madman and felt slightly lost; now she was thoroughly overwhelmed.
Her entire body ached, as if trampled violently by a giant bear. Her shoulder-length hair was cut off, her ivory white face stained with blood, with dozens of bones broken and muscles torn around her body.
Qi Lin, dressed in black, was in the most miserable state, with bright blood holes piercing through his body. He lay motionless on the ground, completely unconscious.
Qin Ming worried he had crossed a line and approached to check his condition, thoughtfully using Sticky Force to piece together his cracked skull.
Since early on, Qi Lin was on Qin Ming's list of targets; he was one of the individuals Qin Ming wanted to handle severely.
