The muffled sound of fists hitting the concrete floor seemed to hit everyone's heart.
At the edge of the playground, the strong man nicknamed "Iron Tower" was curled up, making a roaring sound in his throat. His face was covered with nosebleeds and dust. His eyes that were fiercely gleaming just now were only filled with scattered fear. He tried to prop himself up, but his elbows gave way and he fell back heavily.
Lin Mo flicked his wrist, and there was a slight tingling sensation in his joints, but it was more like something hot flowing in his veins. He stood in the middle of the playground, the afternoon sun slanting down, drawing a long, lonely shadow at his feet. The wind blew across the empty concrete floor, raising fine dust, but otherwise it was dead silent.
He can "hear".
Not with ears, but with the kind of "hearing" that goes directly into the brain.
