บท 839: Chapter 835: Exhuming the Coffin for an Autopsy

The shadows interlaced in the dim corridor, and one after another silhouette fell, each body colliding with the solid mud brick, emitting a dull thud akin to a slab of pork hitting the ground.

The plastic flashlight was covered in sweat, rolling to the wall and gathering dust.

"Hiss!"

All three men hit the ground, and it was only then that Bi Fang felt the pain shooting through his knuckles.

Bi Fang shook his hand and squatted down to search the fallen men. From one of them, he retrieved a thoroughly deformed and shattered phone, which was almost broken in half, and in the dim light, a complete fist print could still be faintly seen on the mangled frame.

The other person had stuffed the phone in his pocket, which had caused him some trauma.

[Wow, that's a punch right on the phone, huh]

[Damn, my hand hurts now]

[But it's useless, gotta lie down anyway (funny)]

[That's too cool, what an invincible smashing punch]

[Hiss, a punch for each little calamari]