Life and Death Hung by a Thread

Qin Jishi endured the fat man's relentless attacks, with no chance to fight back at all.

Through the gap between his arms, he happened to see the fleshy-faced man approaching with a firewood cleaver in hand. He could imagine it clearly—once that blow fell, he would undoubtedly die...

Two men had already died by his hand, and now the fat man had been severely wounded. How could the fleshy-faced man not be enraged?

To put it bluntly, he had likely never suffered such fright and humiliation before.

In the blink of an eye, the fleshy-faced man had reached him.

The fat man's fists continued to fall without pause. Though they had slowed somewhat, he showed no intention of stopping.

Damn it!

Qin Jishi no longer blocked. Bracing both hands against the ground, he began to pull himself free.

Even as the fat man's fists landed on his face, Qin Jishi clenched his teeth without making a sound. His arms supported him against the ground as his body kept moving backward.

"Young... young master... finish... finish him..."

"..."

The fat man seemed to have reached the end of his life. Even his voice had become a faint whimper, so slurred that it was barely intelligible.

He wanted to stop Qin Jishi's movements, but his exhausted strength, coupled with the severe injury to his back, left him utterly unable to move his bloated body.

"Young... young master... hurry... hurry..."

"..."

The fleshy-faced man looked coldly at Qin Jishi. Without the slightest hesitation, he viciously chopped the firewood cleaver down at Qin Jishi's chest.

"Trash, you dared lay your hands on us. You're courting death."

"Just wait!"

"Once you're dead, I'll chop you to pieces and feed you to the dogs."

"..."

The fleshy-faced man had no doubt that with this strike, Qin