C27 Lack of Clues

As Zhao Shoushan's head struck the ground for the second time, blood began to seep from his forehead. The blood mingled with the dirt, creating a grimy paste that clung to his skin, leaving him looking disheveled and pitiful.

Qin Lu's expression was peculiar, and he found himself at a loss for words. Zhao Shoushan had landed two hits on him, and to retaliate