Li Mumu slammed into the streetlight post with a howl, clutching her head and squatting down in pain.
It's been a long time since she felt such sharp and intense pain.
Although she used to lose her head occasionally, this was entirely different.
The main issue was being unprepared.
Before she could fully comprehend the pain in her forehead, a pungent, spicy gas invaded her mouth and nose, causing her to cough uncontrollably.
Tears and mucus flowed freely, her head buzzing, completely incapable of rational thought.
Once she managed to recover from the agony, she covered her mouth and nose and stood up, realizing she was on a fog-filled street.
The surroundings were tangled with complex metal pipes, wrapped around ancient Western-style buildings, with the dim streetlights illuminating only a few meters around. In the distance, the sound of machinery could be barely heard.
Where am I now? Wasn't I just gang-fighting Asmod?
