Luo Xiao was taken aback, not expecting Chen An to be here. He withdrew his hand, and when Chen An turned his head, he saw Mo Nanjue's pale, handsome face. His thin lips were white, clearly indicating he was uncomfortable.
"Did you hit him?" Chen An squinted his eyes and kicked at Luo Xiao, "You dare hit him?!"
His movements were swift. Luo Xiao was no match for Chen An; his swinging fist was firmly grasped and twisted to the side. Chen An exerted force on his wrist, almost dislocating Luo Xiao's right arm. The thought of Mo Nanjue's muscle wastage due to DevilsKiss made him furious, his face turning ashen.
Luo Xiao raised his right leg, and Chen An countered with a kick, directly grabbing Luo Xiao's shoulder. Feeling the dampness, Chen An realized he was injured and pressed harder.
"Ugh—" Luo Xiao grunted, the pain not yet subsided when Chen An swung another punch at him.
Both men had flames in their eyes, each move was precise and ruthless.
