Chapter 888
"A-Are you okay, Mr. Flint?"
"You're scaring me, Lionel." Rochelle stood closest to him. She walked over and looked at Lionel, who was lying on the floor. She wanted to help him but didn't dare do it.
One of Lionel's arms looked like it was shorter by a good deal. His fist was ruined, and bones poked out of several spots along his arm. They were creepily exposed to the air. He was dressed in a shirt with long sleeves, which were stained with blood right now.
Rochelle managed to secure a happy and blissful future for herself in a short amount of time. However, she lost it just as quickly as she obtained it.
Wasn't Lionel supposed to be an ancient martial arts expert? Didn't he have the capability to take on dozens, even hundreds of opponents at the same time?
It looked like there wasn't anything special about these ancient martial arts experts. Lionel couldn't even win an ex-convict.
Lionel coughed fiercely. He threw up blood every time he coughed. He looked extremely miserable
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