Cold sweat continuously dripped down his forehead as his body curled up into a ball, rolling incessantly on the ground.
Watching the painful expression of this guy, the other foreign devil's face changed dramatically; they both were strong individuals who had experienced tests of life and death, how could they not be aware of the threat of Ye Ling's kick!
"Please, spare me, I was wrong!" the foreign devil kept wailing.
"Heh, it's already too late to beg for mercy now."
Ye Ling grinned and then threw a fierce punch that landed hard on the guy's cheek, sending blood flying in all directions.
The guy was sent flying against the wall, his head drooping down, completely knocked unconscious.
After dealing with the two guys, Ye Ling brushed off his hands, slowly turned around, and cast a mocking gaze at Yi Tengsen — it spoke volumes.
"Kid, I admit we underestimated you!"
Yi Tengsen took a deep breath, his eyes filled with intense wariness.