BANG!
Zhao Jian stomped down. Hong Tao felt his head explode as he struggled with both hands, incessantly trying to get up. HISS! He sucked in a sharp breath. The pain was so intense he felt as if his organs had been completely rearranged by that single stomp. Zhao Jian was impassive, stomping down again and again like an emotionless, silent robot. Blood seeped across the floor, its pungent, metallic smell filling the hospital room. Kneeling nearby, Chen Su was almost scared senseless by the brutal scene. In just a few minutes, Hong Tao was barely recognizable as human.
If not for a bone-deep hatred, how could anyone be so vicious? When she recalled what she and Hong Tao had done recently, even the word "unconscionable" felt like an understatement. A wave of panic washed over her. Hong Tao's end will be my own. It's just a matter of who's first.
