The night is the best accomplice to darkness and bloodshed, and also the best undertaker.
Soon.
Chen Li returned.
Chen Nuo didn't ask how he had disposed of the body, but seeing the wet marks on his pant legs, he had a good idea of where it went.
"Next time, remember to clean up the wet mud from your footprints."
Chen Nuo offered this piece of advice, then turned his gaze to the four remaining intruders.
No.
To be precise, it was three and a half.
Their leader had taken a kick from Chen Yong and was now half-dead.
If he hadn't looked so strong and sturdy, with some rudimentary skill in Martial Arts, he probably wouldn't have survived Chen Yong's kick.
Chen Nuo took one look and knew the man was beyond saving; many of his internal organs had surely ruptured. 'I don't have the skill to treat such injuries anyway,' he thought. 'And even if I did, I wouldn't.'
Chen Nuo crouched down and delivered two sharp slaps to the man's face.
"COUGH, COUGH…"
