Although he had a knack for troublemaking from a young age, he was always protected by someone. Hence, it was always him bullying others, never the other way around.
The taste of blood soon filled his mouth, causing him discomfort.
Before he could spit it out, a shadow flashed before him swiftly, lifting a foot and aiming a kick at his waist.
This time, as Tang Hao was being kicked away, he saw his attacker.
It was him, how did he know where he was? Moreover, he had arrived so quickly.
Now his eyes were bloodshot, his lids split apart, face fierce as if devoid of rationality, like an Asura from hell itself. His whole body radiated a chilling aura, making one's chest feel stifled as if a boulder was pressing down, making it hard to breathe.
