Twisting at the waist and turning his head toward the wall behind him, Mu Fan drove his body forward with brutal force, a fierce look on his face as the five fingers of his right hand suddenly released.
Boom!
No. 031 shot straight through the air, trailing a black afterimage, then slammed into the wall without the slightest cushioning.
With a deafening bang, a ring of white air blasted out from behind him.
A mist of blood burst from his nose and mouth.
Mu Fan's cold figure stood firm amid the violent airflow, slowly raising his head.
"That was vicious."
"That kid probably got beaten half to death."
The four agents farther down the corridor exchanged glances and spoke in low voices.
"Don't kill him..."
one agent said worriedly.
"Relax. The officer knows his limits. Even if someone does die, it won't be on our hands," another agent sneered.
After a few exchanges, the agents fell silent again. Their eyes remained vigilantly fixed on the outer corridor, but their ears were all pricked up.
Yet strangely, after that tremendous crash, no further sound came from inside.
Did he really beat him to death?
That thought flashed through all their minds at once.
No. 031 slid limply down the wall to the floor, a rasping sound coming from his throat as bloody foam spilled from the corner of his mouth.
His left arm was still twitching unconsciously, and every muscle in his body was spasming in pain.
Yet he could not summon even a trace of strength to get up.
At least ten bones in his body had been broken...
No. 031's mind was spinning, but even so, he struggled to open his blurred eyes and look at the violently imposing figure before him.
It had only taken an