Handling

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Zhou You had never expected that just when he was dozing off, a pillow would be delivered to him.

He had been painstakingly searching for traces of humanity, yet after wandering around aimlessly, he had actually run into some.

Unfortunately, the first one had been like a rabid dog, charging at him the instant he saw him—and after hearing what had happened earlier, Zhou You knew these guys were no good, so he had been a little careless with his strength... just a little too heavy-handed.

...It was not really his fault. Who could have expected the guy to be so fragile that a severely injured cripple could kill him?

Thankfully, the second one was a bit sturdier.

Primal Unity Force was the kind of fist technique that emphasized overwhelming power, yet it still contained subtle finesse—heavy enough to split mountains and shatter stone, light enough to moisten things silently. Thus, even with his broken body, Zhou You could still wield a fraction of its might. With one punch straight to the face, the man did not even grunt before toppling backward.

Zhou You panted laboriously twice, but he had no time to rest. He tore two strips of cloth from the floral-shirted man's clothes and tightly bound the other man's hands and feet—compared to before, the assailant had suddenly become the victim.

Then Zhou You raised his hand and fiercely slapped him across the face twice.

The intense pain woke the man at once.

Zhou You merely smiled at him.

The man stared at Zhou You, his eyes shifting from terror to panic, from panic to disbelief, and finally from disbelief to pure coldness.

His first words were—

"Who are you?"

...He was quite a troublesome character.

To remain