Ouch, it hurts so much!
Even though the entire Giant City had turned into a boiling pot because of him, Wang Zhan, who had somehow gotten out of his wheelchair and onto the rooftop, was grimacing, continually rubbing his brutally reinjured body.
Just moments ago, he had been distracted by thoughts of the Team Extra Time Competition at the Martial Arts Academy, and Li Chengyuan's message, relayed through Mingyue, about the Original Organization's plans to shed its shell and retreat.
Who would have thought? Mingyue had barely finished casually warning him to watch out for retaliation when a mysterious, formidable assassin charged directly into Wang Zhan's apartment in the building of long corridors, a place teeming with veteran soldiers. The intruder hadn't even given Wang Zhan time to react, smashing through the door and knocking him down seven floors. If he had died, it would have been a meaningless death.
