Chapter 90 - Maybe a Beauty is Thinking About Me

“Caught a cold? That’s nonsense,” said scar-face as he irritatedly smacked the head of the little follower who made that suggestion. “How dare you curse me as such. Is your skin itching for something?”

“Then, what just happened to you, boss?” asked the little follower confusedly as he covered his head.

Ling Chuxi and the rest also had a clear look at the fugitive who had appeared before them. He was a middle-aged man with a haggard face and a lifeless right arm which was swinging helplessly. Fresh blood had stained his whole arm red and his body was riddled with jagged wounds. His breathing rhythm was all over the place. This was a heavily injured man.