As the opponent bit down, Chen Hao acted as if he hadn't seen it at all and casually slapped him.
Smack!
The slap landed precisely on the opponent's face, crisp and loud.
Underneath that slap, the man's senses seemed to slightly recover, his scattered focus sharpening just a little.
"You, you..." Black Head glared at Chen Hao, teeth clenched in fury, but due to the previous struggle and collision, he still seemed somewhat dazed and couldn't find the words for a moment.
"What about me?" Chen Hao snorted softly and looked at him, asking, "Ready to tell the truth now?"
"Just... just kill me!" Black Head bit his lip hard enough to break it, shivering all over, as if enduring something with all his might.
Chen Hao shook his head, then stretched out a foot and kicked the man's leg. A reflexive jerk from the leg joint, and it bounced automatically.
With a grab, the leather shoe from the man's right foot appeared in Chen Hao's hand.