Today's scene deeply shocked Xue Meigui.
A Migrant Lin, who in her eyes never sought progress, unexpectedly... unexpectedly... became indescribably powerful.
The Ghost-faced Man, a terrifying enemy who had just left her in a sorry state with five easy moves, could not withstand three moves under the hands of Migrant Lin...
Recalling carefully, the astonishment in Xue Meigui's eyes grew even stronger.
"If he really went all out, the Ghost-faced Man might not withstand even one move in his hands..."
Hiss—
A sharp intake of breath.
Xue Meigui's inner shock deepened once again.
"Who... who are you?"
Xue Meigui asked once again.
"Alright, be good, don't speak, be careful not to agitate the wound."
Lin Hai, acting on his own, took out the Calamity Relief Golden Needle and selected the thinnest one.
"Hey, Sister Xue, take off your clothes," Lin Hai said.
"What do you want to do!"
Xue Meigui's eyes were filled with intense vigilance.
She hadn't taken Lin Hai seriously before.
