After Chen Yang left, one of Zhao Yinghu's subordinates came upstairs to report, "Lord Hu, Qin Wu is crippled!"
"Explain," Zhao Yinghu said, letting out a slight sigh of relief. As long as the man wasn't dead, there was still some room to maneuver.
"All of his ribs are broken and his spine is shattered! He'll probably spend the rest of his life in bed!"
HISS.
Zhao Yinghu drew in a sharp breath. He had seen it clearly: just one punch and one kick had utterly crippled the Fighting King of the Northern Desert!
So much for Qin Wu being vicious... heh...
Zhao Yinghu paced back and forth with his hands behind his back and said in a low voice, "The Bald Eagle of the Northern Desert is the man behind Qin Wu. Now that Qin Wu has been crippled here in Lingjin City, I'm afraid that old bastard won't let this go!"
