C1594 The Two of Them

Now.

In a certain city.

The sky was raining.

A fist the size of a sandbag smashed fiercely at a youth. Blood flowed out from the corner of his mouth. With a light snort, he fell to the ground.

"Be obedient."

The youth was powerless to raise his head and could only silently protest.

After a while, he sneered: "Feeling good?"

With a disdainful sound