C352 Watchdog

Duke Degas coughed out a few mouthfuls of blood and steadied himself. He knew clearly that if Qin Yun had used a sword instead of a foot, he might already be dead.

"Did you do your best just now?" Duke Degas asked Qin Yun.

Qin Yun gave Duke Degas a faint smile. "What do you think?"

"Got it." Duke Degas laughed self-deprecatingly