CRACK—
Xiao Mubai's arms were snapped like dry twigs, followed by his shoulders... He looked as if someone had violently folded him inward.
He had passed out midway. By the time Lu Yuan released his grip, he had slumped to the ground, as limp as a noodle.
His two arms, along with his now-collapsed shoulders, were crossed over his chest. His B-grade protective suit, though somewhat wrinkled, emitted a beautiful fish-scale sheen under the light. Despite everything, he looked rather peaceful and serene.
Good, he's not dead...
Noticing that Xiao Mubai was still breathing, Lu Yuan sighed faintly in relief.
