It seemed to be because his True Qi was about to be completely depleted, or perhaps because the poker card had cut too deeply into flesh and bone, so much so that it was wedged within the opponent's flesh and bones.
Yet the youth's expression remained unchanged as he breathed like an arrow, his body twisting and knees sinking in one smooth motion amidst the rainy night.
Silently watching the puddles and raindrops on the ground, his arm forcefully pulled out the poker card, with blood, more profuse than the rainwater, spurting along the slant of the card to the ground.
Not far away, amidst the rain ponchos, gunfire erupted, and Qing Chen crouched behind a corpse, surging forward.
The bullets of the assassins hit the corpse, shredding flesh and bone, splashing up spray in the ankle-deep rainwater.
But trying to penetrate a human body with a silencer and subsonic bullets is simply impossible!