C758 Smash(last part)

Blood dribbled from Bao Gong's mouth as despair painted his face. This was no mere underling; he was like an ancient behemoth.

Regret nearly brought Bao Gong to tears. He longed to call out to Qing Hong for help, but Qiao Gao stood in his way, blocking any retreat with an outstretched finger.

"Where do you think you're running off to?"

"Let's have a little chat