The punch Chaisi slammed into his back made Fu Tailan's vision go black.
The air was driven from his lungs. It wouldn't have been a surprise if his bones or organs had shattered. With just that single strike from Chaisi, his body and the world around him plunged into darkness.
In the utter blackness, Fu Tailan had only a single thought, one that burned brighter and stronger than any panic.
'The gun.'
'I have to knock him down. I have to get his gun.'
For most people, Chaisi was a dead end. But Fu Tailan had to throw himself headfirst into that dead end, sparing no effort, just to find a chance at survival.
Dimly, he thought he heard his father cry, "Tailan!" 'He's still here? Can't he read the situation?' The thought flashed through his mind. A second later, his shoulder and body slammed into what felt like a reinforced concrete slab.
'Is this even a human body? His body heat is so low it feels like a trick of the mind.'
