"You are truly despicable! Get the hell away from me!"
Zhao Tiezhu’s voice rang out, harsh and agitated. His hands clamped onto the pressure points all over his opponent's body, instantly stripping the man of most of his ability to resist.
"No, you go to hell!" The expert roared wildly, feeling his right leg go completely numb—it was as if it had vanished from his body.
Chapter 965