Zuo Yan couldn't help but burst into laughter, his arrogant and reckless laughter echoing in the pitch-black alley.
"Zuo Yan!"
Suddenly, a voice filled with overwhelming anger shouted, startling the now complacently smug Zuo Yan.
Before he could react, the other person struck directly, sending him flying.
Zuo Yan's body flew backward like a kite with a broken string, finally crashing hard to the ground, splattering the puddle.
Zuo Yan spat out a mouthful of blood, utterly mortified.
He clutched his chest, which had been shaken with pain, and looked at the suddenly appearing Nie Jiuque with venomous eyes.
Despite the resentment in his heart, he didn't dare to retaliate in front of Nie Jiuque.
So close, just a little more, and it would have been destroyed.
Zuo Yan was almost too angry to breathe.
"Zuo Yan, how dare you! Today, I will surely beat you until your soul scattered."
