Xu Huo's right foot pressed down on Chen Chou's body as he bent over slightly and looked at him, "You're pretty unlucky, aren't you?"
From the two barely visible eyes, squeezed shut by purple bruises, a desperate glare shot out, almost tangible. Chen Chou whimpered, as if letting out his last cry.
An adult man crying isn't a pretty sight, especially when he isn't much to look at, and now his face is all bloated like a soaked pig's head.
Xu Huo moved his foot away in disgust. "Still got the Flower Card on you?"
Chen Chou's eyes flew open. He scrambled to say, "I do, I do! And the guy who kicked me just now, he's holding a Black Stone Holy Sword Black Card!"
"That so?" Xu Huo glanced toward the trio not far away. Before he finished speaking, he was already moving over.
