C331 Mask Man's Goal

Ruan Qingge struggled to prop herself up, her eyes catching sight of a pair of black leather ankle boots not far away. She squinted slightly, looking up with a cold gaze. The kick had been fierce, as if it had used some hidden strength. She felt as though her insides were churning, blood trickling from the corner of her mouth, filling it with a metallic taste.

Slowly, footsteps approached her