C139 unconscious

The man leading the way threw the dart again when he reached out his left hand to fend for the gun, crippling his left wrist.

"Who are you?!" Mingge endured the pain, cold sweat dripping down his forehead.

"It's not important who we are. I'm just asking you, where is the person you're guarding locked up?!" Si Cheng's eyes were cold and sharp. The lance in his hand shone with the luster of death