Chen Shouyi drew his sword, and the injury on his chest made him gasp in pain.
During the fight, he was so focused that he felt no pain, but now, as he relaxed, his chest burned with pain.
He opened his blood-soaked shirt, revealing a terrible wound stretching from his left chest down to his ribs, with blood continuously gushing out.
Immediately, he controlled the muscles in his chest to close the wound.
Damn it!
He had never been injured this severely before.
Chen Shouyi coldly glanced at the bald man still standing there with eyes wide open, unwavering.
The long sword suddenly swung fiercely, and a head flew off into the sky.
Then he quickly strode towards the villa, covering five or six meters with each step, and within seconds, he was inside, glanced around, then went to the second floor and kicked open one of the rooms.
