The instant it made contact with the baseball bat, Ivan's head caved in, forming a deep groove.
His face seemed to be made of modeling clay, suddenly going soft and collapsing on one side. Mai Mingle watched, wide-eyed, as his cheekbone folded inward, his facial features scattering across his face. The muffled thud of bone hitting the bat was almost inaudible.
The next second, however, as he crumpled to the ground, his head and face returned to their original shape, as if it had all just been a trick of her eyes.
"Are you okay?"
Emily raised the bat again. Seeing that Ivan didn't seem to be getting up, she quickly looked Mai Mingle up and down and asked, "Can you stand?"
"W-wait for me..."
About ten meters behind her, Hai Luwei was still running toward them, panting for breath. He hadn't arrived yet, but his face was so pale and ashen that you could see it from a block away.
Ivan fell to the ground with a THUD.
