Iron Leg lay on the ground, dazed from the beating, his lips trembling faintly.
"Stop hitting me, stop hitting me. Iron Leg really isn't worth shit."
Xia Haoran thought for a moment. Boss always captured the Zombies before. I'll capture one too.
Xia Haoran grabbed Iron Leg by the head and dragged him back toward the base.
A trail of blood spread behind them, some from Iron Leg and some from Xia Haoran.
Iron Leg's claws had left Xia Haoran badly injured too.
Cheers naturally erupted on Chen Luo's side.
"Elder Xia is badass!"
Before the apocalypse, Xia Haoran had been a professional boxer. With abundant combat experience, outstanding talent, and his title of Iron Fist Invincible, he could probably rank third in the base.
Yep, all that for a bowl of chicken soup.
Zheng Jin and Wang Long, on the other hand, were horrified. How could they not know how strong Iron Leg was?
Someone had beaten him into a wreck in single combat.
How was that possible?
Though sheer numbers could overwhelm and kill Iron Leg, Zheng Jin had never imagined someone could cripple him single-handedly.
Looking at the badly injured Xia Haoran, Zheng Jin's eyes flickered as the idea of launching a sneak attack crossed his mind.
But he rejected it.
Once he attacked, there would be no turning back. Besides, Xia Haoran was only one of Chen Luo's underlings. Chen Luo might be even stronger.
Their plan had fallen apart. What now?
Xia Haoran was a man of few words. After dragging Iron Leg back, he remained silent.
If that had been Dharma King, wouldn't he have immediately asked how many points he would get?
Mi Li and the other Light ability users hurried over to heal Xia Haoran.
Zheng Jin and Wang Long exchanged a