They still had to walk for another 40 minutes before arriving at the private property of the Li Family.
In the meantime, Mark was getting his wound tended to in a car.
Audley, the commander of the Phantom Lord, was talking to his vice-commander, Arnold.
Andrew, the captain of another division, was holding a crystal wine glass in his hand and swirling the red liquid in a circular motion. There was a gold-gilded skull batch on his chest. He tossed his head back and took a big gulp of wine. The sticky, bright red wine flowed down his throat and into his stomach, and his blond hair seemed to be glowing in the dim light.
He licked his lips and sneered, "A woman? You were defeated by a woman? Are you kidding me, Mark?"
"Shut up!" Mark hissed as he glared at Andrew.
Had she not taken him by surprise, how was there any possibility she could have defeated him?
