"Hiss! Brother Liu An, I'm really sorry, I just assumed you were also a War Merit Rank, didn't expect you're not adept at attacking and killing. It's my fault. You're not hurt, are you? Do you need some treatment?"
Ren Zhong spoke while looking at Liu An's hand with deep sympathy and guilt.
The demeanor, the gaze, would make one believe they were blood brothers.
Although Liu An was certain his hand was definitely fractured, with all eyes on him and the live broadcast to the entire Star Cluster on Channel One, he couldn't show any sign of weakness.
He could only bite his teeth silently, quietly hiding his hand behind his back.
Liu An was just about to discreetly use his other hand to gently massage and check the injury, but he immediately remembered that his image was being magnified into a projection.
Even the tiniest movement would be seen clearly by countless eyes.
