After taking a punch from Lin Fan, the corners of the square-faced man's eyes split open, swelled up, and were covered in blood. He felt like the world was spinning, as if his soul had scattered with the force of the punch.
As soon as Lin Fan let go, the square-faced man's body began to wobble.
Not giving him a chance to recover, Lin Fan immediately followed with a flying kick, sending the square-faced man flying backward. With a muffled groan, he crashed to the ground like a dead dog, his body twitching, unable to stand up.
Although Lin Fan hadn't crippled him, he was already injured and drained of energy. At this moment, he was as weak as a sick cat, needing a long period of meditation to restore his inner strength.
He raised his head and looked at Lin Fan, asking in horror: "Who exactly are you?"
His curiosity was overwhelming, causing him to momentarily forget his situation.
But Lin Fan just stood there calmly, watching him without answering his question.
