Chu Feng felt his lapels were a bit wet, seemingly from when the collision occurred, and the blood of the black-clothed person had sprayed onto his clothes. He instinctively touched it and brought it close to his nose to sniff.
A strong stench of blood assaulted his nostrils.
The person had indeed been injured.
"Hey, are you alright?" Chu Feng could vaguely see the black-clothed person lying on the ground, motionless.
If he had accidentally killed someone, that would be terrible.
He approached to check the black-clothed person's breathing and just as he stretched out his finger, a sudden alarming change occurred. The black-clothed person seized his wrist in a grip like iron pincers, causing Chu Feng to let out a stifled grunt of pain.
In face of danger, Chu Feng instinctively fought back.
He reached for the Flame Burst Pill he kept for self-protection.
