The masked man only saw Chu Ge fall to the ground and didn't ponder why Chu Ge would fall. He only knew that with his kick, he could begin to vent his deep-seated hatred for Chu Ge.
"Dodge!"
The turbaned man, although not having a clear view of Chu Ge's fall, instantly realized Chu Ge's intention. Unfortunately, his warning came too late by that point.
As he shouted out the words, the masked man swung his leg round with force, similar to a soccer player making a powerful shot, kicking fiercely towards Chu Ge's head.
"Thud!"
In the next second, a muffled sound resounded through the air. The turbaned man furrowed his brow, clenched his fists tightly, and irritably said in Korean, "Damn it!"
The same scene left Mu Xiaoting stunned again. Immediately, a few traces of undeniable surprise appeared in her terrified eyes.
