C173 Quibbling

Letting go of the young policeman's hands that were holding onto my spear, I looked at Zi Mao's chest that was continuously covered in blood and staggered backwards.

"Gao Jian..." Zi Mao struggled to take a few steps forward before his legs gave way and his knees thudded against the ground.

Blood was continuously flowing out of his mouth. It was impossible to hear his voice