Trading Wounds for Wounds, Health Conversion

Ji Yan stared at the bloody scene, stunned.

Old Kong... was actually this fierce!

One second, he had said he would draw their attention; the next, he had gone straight at them...

And he had taken on three vicious bastards by himself!

"...Ah!!"

V's heart-wrenching scream echoed through the room.

He clutched his right eye tightly, a dinner fork still embedded in it as blood streamed through his fingers.

He wanted to pull the fork out, but the intense pain kept his trembling hand from doing so...

"Kill him!!"

"Don't let him live!!"

M, the only one who was relatively unscathed, stared coldly at the battered, swaying Kong Yi!

He took a step forward, then suddenly heard a bang. The next second, darkness swallowed the entire hall.

The chandelier had been shattered.

Two minutes later, light returned to the space.

M held up a dinner candle, its orange glow illuminating part of the room. After scanning around, his expression darkened as he looked at N and V. "They're all gone."

N looked at his deformed arm. The pain of his dislocated joints made cold sweat pour down his face.

"They didn't disappear... they went through those doors!"

"[A] never said what was behind those doors..."

M looked at his arm and sneered coldly. "You're a murderer. You get a kick out of torturing people, so why can't you handle this little pain when it's your turn?"

"You piece of shit, who are you looking down on?" N glared at M, his face twisting grotesquely. Clenching his teeth, he grabbed his wrist and forcefully snapped it back into place.

Naturally, another heart-rending howl followed.

M laughed maliciously. "Idiot. Your joint is dislocated and your ligaments are torn. Forcing it back like that will only worsen the injury. Your hand is ruined."