He had barely taken a few steps before a strong gust of wind swept up from behind. His mouth dripping with blood, Qiao Xiyuan swung a furious fist!
"You just don't learn, do you? And you certainly don't know what's good for you!" Qin Fan said leisurely. Without even turning his head, he flexibly raised his leg and planted the sole of his shoe squarely into Qiao Xiyuan's abdomen!
THUD!
A dull impact resounded from Qiao Xiyuan's stomach! Under the force of the kick, his entire body flew backward like a kite with a severed string, not stopping until it slammed heavily against a rust-covered, abandoned car!
This time, he could no longer hold back the metallic tang of blood rushing up his throat. His head drooped as he vomited it onto the ground! The so-called elite Sharp Knife Soldier of the Southwest Falcon Special Forces had only lasted three moves against Qin Fan's casual, mocking attacks. Three moves, each one more humiliating than the last!
