Zhou Yuanjue's body unfurled in mid-air. After touching down, he performed a nimble roll and landed steadily on his feet.
But Luo Yongli, who had been flung from the balcony with him, lacked such skill.
He had no martial arts training to speak of. The fall was at least five or six meters. His legs slammed heavily onto the ground, followed by the sickening crunch of breaking bone. The excruciating pain caused Luo Yongli to let out a bloodcurdling scream.
'I only said I wouldn't kill him. A few injuries shouldn't be a problem, right?'
'Getting drunk and accidentally falling off a second-story balcony… that excuse seems plausible.'
