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When Chen Yi narrowly dodged the fatal blow with astonishing agility, the expression on the suit-clad man's face, revealed through the slits of the Prajñā mask, showed surprise. Clearly, he had not anticipated Chen Yi displaying such swift reflexes in this desperate situation. This moment of failure clearly disrupted his original plan, and a hint of dissatisfaction and astonishment flashed in his eyes.
However, the surprise quickly transformed into anger. The suit-clad man let out a roar, the sound echoing through the silent night, filled with a beastly ferocity and resentment. He swiftly turned, his eyes flashing with a fierce light, tightly focused on the fleeing Chen Yi. This rage seemed to make him forget everything around him, focusing solely on pursuing the prey that had eluded him.
The big man in a suit was like an enraged beast, quickly following Chen Yi into the winding alley. His steps were heavy and fast, each one seeming to shake the ground. In the narrow alley, his tall figure looked even more terrifying in the dim light. His breath was heavy and urgent, like thunder in a storm, filled with anger and murderous intent.
Meanwhile, Chen Yi ran barefoot in the alley, leaving shallow footprints on the cold ground. His heart was pounding like a drum, sweat sliding down his forehead. In this life-and-death chase, he knew that every second was extremely precious, and any hesitation or mistake could lead to fatal consequences. Chen Yi was filled with fear and despair, but more so with a desire to survive and hope for the future. He exerted all his strength to shuttle through the alley, just to escape from this terrifying pursuer.
In the narrow and winding alley, the pursuit of the big man in a suit gradually shortened the distance with Chen Yi. Every step he took was filled with immense power and astonishing speed. Finally, at a corner, he quickly caught up with Chen Yi, reaching out his strong arm to grab Chen Yi tightly from behind and forcefully turned him to face himself.
Chen Yi was firmly locked by the big man's iron arm and couldn't break free. His body was violently turned to face this powerful and ruthless enemy. In the dim alley, the big man's figure appeared even larger, and the eyes beneath his mask shot out a cold light through the cracks, staring straight at Chen Yi.
"Your move just now was impressive. Who taught you?" The deep and threatening voice of the big man held Chen Yi firmly in place with arms like steel. His question carried a sense of surprise and curiosity, clearly unexpected by Chen Yi's escape just now.
Chen Yi was held tightly, almost unable to move, feeling a sense of suffocation. Faced with this powerful enemy, he was filled with fear and despair, but also a burning sense of defiance. He struggled to respond to the big man's questioning, his voice tinged with sarcasm and provocation: "Your mother's dead!" In this despair, he attempted to provoke the other party in search of a chance to fight back.
At the same time, Chen Yi tried hard to attack the big man with his feet. His legs swung violently in the air, attempting to use his knees, shins, and toes to attack the big man. However, due to his restricted body, these attacks seemed clumsy and weak. His toes barely touched the big man's abdomen and thighs, causing minimal impact.
The big man in the suit just coldly laughed at Chen Yi's struggle and counterattack, showing no concern for this feeble resistance. His arms were like iron clamps, making it impossible for Chen Yi to escape, only able to struggle under his control.
The burly man in a suit looked at Chen Yi's struggling appearance, a hint of cold smile showing through the mask of Prajñā on his face. It seemed like he found a twisted pleasure in Chen Yi's resistance. As Chen Yi's resistance grew more intense, a hint of fierceness flashed in the eyes of the burly man.
"If you are so eager to seek death, I will grant your wish!" The man's voice was deep and full of threat, as he suddenly exerted force, one hand tightly gripping Chen Yi's neck. Chen Yi felt a strong sense of oppression coming from his neck, making it difficult to breathe, and his face began to turn red.
With the cold and stern pronouncement from the big man in a suit, his arm muscles tensed as he focused his strength on the iron-like grip around Chen Yi's neck. His eyes projected a cruel sense of satisfaction through the holes of his mask, relishing in this control and absolute dominance.
His arm suddenly twisted with force, lifting Chen Yi's body abruptly and then ruthlessly slamming it down. This action carried immense power and precise control, as if executed by a seasoned martial artist.
Chen Yi felt his body cut through the air in an arc, his world reversed in an instant, everything becoming blurry. His back hit the hard ground hard, the impact causing his whole body to shake violently. This impact was not only physical pain, but also a blow to his spirit.
Chen Yi lay on the ground, breathing rapidly and with difficulty. His vision became blurry, a buzzing sound in his ears, and his mind in chaos. He struggled to get up, but the pain and dizziness from the impact made it almost impossible for him to move. He felt a strong sense of nausea, a surge of the urge to vomit rising in his throat.
At this moment, a big man in a suit stood next to Chen Yi, his gaze coldly fixed on Chen Yi struggling on the ground. He seemed to be waiting to see how Chen Yi would struggle in pain, how he would seek survival in despair. His figure appeared even larger and more threatening under the dim streetlight, like a demon emerging from the depths of darkness.
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