Huo Xiyao had put almost all his strength into that kick, aimed straight at Xia Benjun's chest.
The solid wall hit back, causing a rebound.
Xia Benjun felt, on the spot, that all his internal organs had shifted out of place, and a searing pain in his chest made everything go dark before his eyes, nausea creeping up on him.
For the first time, he directly experienced what being on the brink of death really felt like.
It was surprisingly worse—more painful and more terrible—than the beatings he'd endured in the detention center, which he had believed to be the most painful experience of his life, impossible to surpass.
Little had he imagined he'd been too naive...
What was even more horrifying, was that he was already down to his last breath, unable to move at all.
And yet, Huo Xiyao still wasn't willing to let him off the hook.
He actually stepped forward again, grabbed him by the throat, and half-lifted him up.