"Ah!"
The blue-clad man plunged from high above, clutching his foot as he hit the ground. He let out a pig-like squeal of agony, so shrill and piercing that he rolled around on the ground.
Having his left foot pierced was excruciating. It had practically crippled half his strength. Cold sweat beaded on his forehead, and his whole body trembled.
"Still trying to run?"
Xia Ping came to stand before the blue-clad man and looked down at him impassively.
"How is that possible?"
The blue-clad man stared at Xia Ping in disbelief. "If you had this kind of ability, why didn't you just kill me from the start? Why follow me into this alley?"
"It's simple. I did it on purpose. I wanted to see who was behind you and had sent you to ambush me, so I let you run and followed you here," Xia Ping said calmly.
When the blue-clad man had fled, Xia Ping realized he wasn't running with all his strength. He was deliberately luring him here, so Xia Ping had played along.
Sure enough, the blue-clad man had fallen for it immediately and led the person behind him into the open as well.
"You let me run?"
The blue-clad man's eyes filled with regret, and a chill crept into his heart. What a terrifying young man—ruthless in his attacks, cruel in his methods, and powerful. He was a born kingpin.
If he'd known from the start how terrifying this kid was, he never would have picked a fight with him. Unfortunately, it was too late now—far too late.
"Talk," Xia Ping said, looking at him. "Who sent you to cripple me?" Men like these gangsters weren't the sort of people just anyone could send.
If Xia Ping didn't get to the bottom of this, he