Mu Fan twisted his waist, looked towards the wall behind him, his body heavily pressed forward, a fierce expression on his face, and suddenly released the five fingers of his right hand.
Boom!
No. 031 drew up a black shadow in mid-air, then crashed into the wall without the slightest buffer.
With a loud bang, a circle of white air waves exploded from behind.
A mist of blood burst from his mouth and nose.
Mu Fan's cold silhouette stood steadily in this violent airflow, slowly raising his head.
...
"That hit was really ruthless."
"I bet the kid got beaten really badly, right?"
The four agents exchanged glances not far down the corridor and whispered to each other.
"Don't beat him to death..."
One agent said worriedly.
"Don't worry, the officer knows his limits. Even if he dies, it won't be on our hands." Another agent sneered.
After a few exchanges, the agents returned to silence, their eyes still alertly watching the corridor outside, but their ears were all perked up.
