What a pity, his reaction speed was still somewhat lacking.
The combined strike from Bai Xiaolong and Meng Yang was certainly no joke.
Puff!
Puff!
With two muffled thuds, Zhao Qian'en's arms were already locked from the left and right by the two men.
This stance was like the Investigation and Arrest Bureau apprehending a prisoner.
"Who are you... Mmm mmm... Ugh..."
Zhao Qian'en shouted angrily.
He still had one move left; though it would injure him, he could break free from the restraint.
Being an eighth-grade, he couldn't be without a few trump cards.
Unfortunately, before he could execute his combat technique, a sock, repugnantly smelly beyond compare, was already stuffed into his mouth.
Entering softly, a line... Ugh...
Zhao Qian'en's mind went blank.
He transcended.
Like accidentally drinking a vat of industrial alcohol, Zhao Qian'en felt a bit dizzy and his consciousness was somewhat blurry.
Damn, biochemical attack.
These assassins today are too shameless.
