Xiao Xueyin's gaze sharpened. He didn't recognize the man by the elevator, but anyone showing up to wait for it at this hour was almost certainly a Deathmatcher.
He decided to strike first.
Without a word, he used the short blade in his hand to chop straight at the man's head.
Smack~
Changhu raised his left hand and caught the blade.
Xiao Xueyin's pupils shrank at the sight, and a powerful sense of unease welled up inside him.
He tensed his arm and tried to yank the blade free, but it didn't budge from the man's bare hand.
What incredible strength!
Without hesitation, Xiao Xueyin let go of the blade and kicked Changhu in the stomach.
Changhu took half a step back, then made a quick scooping motion with his right hand and caught Xiao Xueyin by the ankle. He yanked him out of the elevator.
Bang!
Xiao Xueyin slammed hard onto his back, the impact nearly making him gag.
"Pretty quick reflexes."
Changhu tossed the short blade aside and remarked coolly.
Xiao Xueyin refused to give up. He took a deep breath and held it, then braced both hands against the floor and spun his legs like a Thomas flare, hoping to force his opponent back.
"How are things upstairs? 'Smiling Face' is still alive, right?"
As he asked for information, Changhu held an arm in front of himself. After a muffled thud of flesh against flesh, he managed to stop Xiao Xueyin's spinning legs dead.
When the other man showed no intention of answering, Changhu raised his foot and stomped down on Xiao Xueyin's chest.
Changhu's attack came down with tremendous force. Xiao Xueyin felt as if a heavy truck had hit him head-on, and all the bones in his chest had been crushed.
"I'll give you three