"Oi, you crawling out on your own, or should I call an ambulance to scrape your sorry ass off the ground?"
Wang Xiao's voice was calm, but the way he said it hit harder than a slap from a pissed-off ex. His eyes locked onto Ma Ziang, who lay there twitching like a cockroach sprayed with pesticide. For a moment, Ma Ziang's eyes flickered with fear... then he puffed up.
"Humph."
The idiot stood, dusting himself off like a diva at a cheap party. Chest out, head high, like he wasn't just tossed around like a sack of rotten potatoes. But Wang Xiao's eyes narrowed... no bruises. Not even a scratch.
The scene cut.
Outside, Ma Ziang stumbled onto the street, muttering curses like a drunk uncle.
"Cover the area," Someone barked, his tone flat, but it carried that do it or regret it vibe.
