Duan Yu studied the motionless figure lying on the ground with open arms and closed eyes.
It was a young woman, seemingly around twenty-three or twenty-four years old. She sported a choppy haircut that covered half her ears, and her facial features were quite delicate and pretty. However, her face was currently deathly pale and drained of color. She was likely either terrified or injured from the fall.
In truth, Duan Yu had already held back. When throwing the woman over her shoulder, Duan Yu had noticed she wasn't holding a weapon, so she pulled her punch. Otherwise, given Duan Yu's skills, landing another kick while the woman was mid-air would have been a piece of cake.
Seeing Yan Feifan finish checking the woman's breathing and carotid pulse before moving on to a head-to-toe bone examination, Duan Yu crouched down on the other side of her body.
"Mr. Yan, how is she?"
