In the brief moment Lin Kuang was stunned, Fan Molun's voice had already faded into the distance. Even if Lin Kuang wanted to give chase, it was unlikely he could catch him, and it would be a significant waste of time. Besides, Liu Shilin's birthday was just around the corner, and Lin Kuang didn't want to miss the first birthday they would celebrate together.
More importantly, the one-armed Fan Molun no longer posed a threat. Losing an arm would cut his strength by more than half. How could an opponent with only fifty percent of his power possibly be a match for Lin Kuang?
With that thought, Lin Kuang glanced at Sun Hai, who was still clinging desperately to life. At that moment, Sun Hai's eyes were filled with profound terror as he looked at Lin Kuang.
