The wound might have looked superficial, nothing more than a scratch, but the truth was far more sinister.
"..." Wu Xiong, his face bruised and swollen, fell silent when Purple Claw retorted.
He hadn't expected the masked assailant to be so powerful. But now that Purple Claw's sneak attack had succeeded, he figured his and Zhang Di's injuries hadn't been for nothing.
Lin Li watched Wu Xiong, who had been pessimistic just moments before, now wearing an uncharacteristically relaxed expression. He felt a surge of confusion.
Then, a sudden wave of dizziness washed over him. The strange sensation made him frown, and he subconsciously shook his head, trying to clear it.
Wu Xiong walked over to Purple Claw's side. The two of them watched the masked assailant slowly shaking his head, and wide smiles spread across their faces.
"Feeling a little dizzy, are you?" Purple Claw asked Lin Li with a smirk.
