He had seen with his own eyes how tough Ninth Brother was—the kind of fighter ten men couldn't even get near. But now, he'd been sent flying by a single kick from this frail-looking delivery guy. He hit the ground and was out cold.
Even Scorpion forgot her fake crying, staring at Xia Liang, dumbfounded.
"Your turn," Xia Liang said, flexing his wrist as he faced the remaining three.
"Run!"
Stone might have looked big and burly, but he wasn't stupid. He had privately sparred with Ninth Brother before and knew he was no match. Against a man who could take out Ninth Brother in one hit? Fight? Fight with what? My head?
Unfortunately, just as Stone turned to flee, he felt a cold strike on his neck.
It's over!
That was his last thought before his vision went black and he collapsed.
