After applying the medicine, Yu Hong quickly left the house and once again stood beside Guo Xudong's body.
Looking at this bear-like strong guy, *his heart was still racing.* This guy was indeed a formidable fighter, especially with that rhythm that suppressed him every time he wanted to fight back, yet couldn't gather his strength.
Each time he was about to counter, just as he gathered energy, he was interrupted. *This feeling was extremely uncomfortable.* From this, he could also deduce that the opponent was definitely an expert in combat.
If he didn't have his five strands of Inner Qi continuously exploding and recovering, forcefully breaking this uncomfortable rhythm, the outcome might have been uncertain.
*"There can be no next time... Close combat is more important to me now than firearms. I must strengthen it..."*
Crouching down, Yu Hong quickly scavenged the belongings off the body.
Soon, he pulled out the most noticeable item—a black handgun.
