"Ahhh! Aah!" Cheng Zehao jolted awake and fell hard onto his ass. A stream of murky, foul-smelling liquid soaked the area between his legs. Ash still clung to his face, mixing with the sweat brought on by panic and smearing his entire face into a complete mess.
The axe blade that had split the air hadn't hurt him, but it had scraped his face raw with pain. Before he could react, it had already landed by his feet. That axe was truly heavy, hard, and ice-cold!
Ah! Right!
"My foot! My toes!" Cheng Zehao suddenly cried out. He lowered his head and grabbed his foot to inspect it, his throat convulsing as his eyes bulged like lightbulbs streaked with red veins.
Cheng Xianguo hurried forward, but the moment he approached, he abruptly stopped. Cheng Zehao's shoe had been split open, its stitching completely torn apart, yet his toes were completely uninjured.
Everyone's hearts trembled again. What precise control!
Duan Ming, hidden among the crowd, began trembling all over. Chu Han had left too great an impression on him. He was completely different from the poor kid he had once been—ruthless, brutal, disdainful of the things he had once cared about. He didn't even need to do anything; countless people would flock to him.
Shang Jiudi's feelings were incredibly complicated. Chu Han's words—"Anyone who calls me a bastard, I never leave alive"—had suddenly made her uneasy. What exactly had this man gone through?
Chen Shaoye and Luo Xiaoxiao had nearly hugged each other and burst into tears from fright. Damn, the boss was so handsome when he got angry!
The corner of Bai Yun'er's lips suddenly curled into a strange smile. She gave the stunned crowd in the hall a deep look, then gracefully turned and left.
After exchanging glances, Shang