Under the dim night, the bodyguard's ribs were mostly fractured, blood unconscious spurting from his mouth as he leaned weakly against the dented and deformed car door.
Li Mengwu lay on the cold concrete ground, her complexion pale and powerless to get up.
Her shoulder bone had already been shattered, and even her shoulder and neck garment had turned to fragments due to the terrifyingly contained power, revealing the swollen purple left shoulder.
This is the rank disparity, coupled with the Witch Patterned Strongman's mixed measurement, in close combat Li Mengwu couldn't withstand even a single move.
The strongman with black patterns flowing on his body exuded a murderous aura, his gaze cold: "Refusing the wine of respect to eat the penalty wine." He commanded Jiang Chong beside him.
"Take her away, let's go."
"Alright, alright Cheng Mountain bro." Jiang Chong swallowed, nodding rapidly.
