"You!"
Jiang Guohong stared at Lin Han in terror, just about to speak.
Lin Han simply lifted his leg again and brutally kicked him square in the chest.
BANG!
Jiang Guohong was instantly sent flying backward, crashing through countless coffee tables and chairs before slamming into a pillar with a THUD. He coughed up a mouthful of fresh blood.
Grievously wounded!
After two consecutive, violent blows, Jiang Guohong was like a lone boat battered by giant waves, finally shattered. Blood gushed continuously from his mouth.
His original injuries had never fully healed. The new wounds piled on top of the old had left him crippled!
Seeing this, the nearby Black September members felt their scalps go numb, endlessly repeating, "Oh my god, oh my god."
Jiang Guohong's strength was considered top-tier within Black September; otherwise, he never would have become a Steward. They had never seen him in such a pitiful state, so utterly crushed.
