"Ha-ha, how do you feel now, Wen Qihao? Aren't you very arrogant? Are you feeling comfortable now? Oh, my attack is not good. I had thought you could bear it. Why is your nose not broken?"
Jiang Xiaobai stood up and walked to him step by step. He squatted down and looked at him with a sneer.
"You little bastard, you're courting death!"
Wen Qihao got up from the ground and glared at Jiang Xiaobai.
"Ha-ha, do you still want to fight with me? I'll wait for you, but I advise you to take the medicine first, or you will be no different from a cripple."
Looking at Jiang Xiaobai's complacent face, Wen Qihao touched the medicine in his pocket subconsciously.
Seeing this, Jiang Xiaobai smiled sarcastically.
He didn't show any mercy. He kicked Wen Qihao away and knocked him to the ground. Then he took out a bottle of blue liquid from his pocket and smashed it into pieces.