Li Xiaotian had already left the safe house, but for some reason, Fang Zhou, sensing the strange atmosphere in the room, suddenly felt even more tense.
He stood up, supporting his knees—Li Xiaotian's kicks were indeed ruthless, landing squarely on a vital spot, still leaving him numb and in pain.
But the suffering was much less than he had imagined.
So he hung his head to hide his relieved expression from Tan Lang, slowly massaging his leg, trying to fish for more information.
"Brother Wolf, if there's nothing else, I'll head back first... By the way, are we supposed to meet here from now on?"
He needed to confirm if this location was of any value.
However, Tan Lang didn't answer his question but instead stared at him, then glanced at the hand pressing on his knee and asked back:
"Does your leg hurt?"
Fang Zhou shivered instantly.
