Zhuo Mu's mouth was foaming blood, and he unexpectedly fainted.
Qin Yi's lips curved slightly, a trace of a cunning expression flashed in his eyes, as he slowly approached Zhuo Mu. He found it quite amusing, this guy was pretending to pass out.
He walked up to Zhuo Mu and slowly crouched down.
Suddenly, Zhuo Mu opened his eyes, and his hand, claw-like, directly reached for Qin Yi's face.
Qin Yi slightly tilted his head, and the black cloth on his face was directly snatched away.
He cooperated deliberately; otherwise even if Zhuo Mu was at his peak state, he wouldn't be able to grab the black cloth off his face.
Once the black cloth was removed, it revealed a face over fifty years old.
Zhuo Mu was stunned; he didn't recognize this person.
"Who the hell are you?"
"Want to know so badly? Yet I won't tell you."
As soon as Qin Yi said this, he punched Zhuo Mu in the dantian position.
The sound of an eggshell cracking echoed.
