Three Hits, Four Strikes, One Life
Translator: Transn
"Lou Cheng!"
The one hundred and ninety centimeters tall Qin Rui had never harbored any good impression towards a compact car. This was because he had to lower his head and bent his waist before he could sit inside it. But right now he had completely forgotten about this as he straightened his back and hit the top of the car with his head. He instinctively began to grimace in pain, but none of these happenings were able to water down the shock, astonishment, and bewilderment in his eyes.
My eyes aren't mistaken, the one standing in the way of the man dressed in black exercise clothes is my high school classmate Lou Cheng!
Why does he show up here?
On what basis does he think he could stand down that most dangerous Professional Ninth Pin Mighty One?
Didn't he see that terrible 'demon' kicking someone in the temple and caused their eyes to 'burst' out of their sockets? Didn't he see that sinister scene where the ground was soaked in mingling shit, piss, and blood?