In the pitch-black night, the streets were pathetically empty, and the dim night made it hard to distinguish directions.
Following the scattered droplets of blood on the ground, Lin Zifeng finally discovered traces of Su Ni in a small warehouse ten miles from the Seven Fiends Nightclub.
Beside Su Ni stood a bald henchman, holding a bandage wrapped around the bleeding wound on his head.
Lin Zifeng strode forward without waiting for the Blood Monk to make the best judgment, and his fist already swung over.
"Who's there!"
"Your papa!"
Lin Zifeng's voice was icy, and his punch sent the Blood Monk flying dozens of meters away, smashing against a wall and finally stopping the impact!
Wow!
The Blood Monk suddenly struggled up, spitting out a mouthful of black blood; nearly all his ribs were broken one by one, and his chest collapsed, leaving him without the strength to sit up.
"You…"
