The pain was like a tear, so intense that he couldn't even think of standing up, much less move without unbearable agony!
The scar-faced bodyguard tried several times but could not manage it and had to give up.
He covered his waist with one hand and lay prostrate on the ground, teeth clenched.
And on his face was a look full of unwillingness.
But what use was there in feeling unwilling?
The scar-faced bodyguard knew very well that there was a huge disparity between his own strength and that of his opponent.
Even if he could stand up again, he would only hold out for one more round at most.
"Hey, can't you stand up anymore?"
Wang Dao looked at the scar-faced bodyguard lying on the ground, biting his teeth in pain, and asked with a sneer.
"You... you win!"
The scar-faced bodyguard took a deep breath and said through gritted teeth.
