Watching the room door close again, Mr. Assath rubbed his stomach and spat out a mouthful of blood clots before stiffening his face and slowly standing.
He exhaled, then cautiously approached the room door... At the same time, his palm gripped the doorknob, and he slowly turned it.
The lock, which should have been sealed shut, could now be opened.
At the instant he had lunged, taking advantage of the chaos, he had secretly tampered with the lock... The door opened slightly, just enough for him to see some movement in the corridor.
There was only one guard standing there... The man was smoking with his back to the door.
Seeing this, Mr. Assath flung open the room door without a word. Supporting himself with one hand, he wrapped both legs around the guard's neck and slammed him onto the floor!
"You..."
The guard was horrified, but with his neck trapped, he could barely move... Assath even seized his arm, making it impossible for him to turn over.
Before long, the guard gradually stopped struggling. His body went limp, and he passed out.
Mr. Assath gasped heavily and climbed awkwardly to his feet.
Freedom City Academy had taught quite a few self-defense techniques, but he had not used them in years. Not only had he grown rusty, but more importantly, he had developed a belly.
"Looks like I've been drinking too much beer lately."
Mr. Assath shook his head, then quickly searched the guard... and actually found something.
Besides an alloy dagger, there was even a handgun.
Mr. Assath licked his lips and swiftly tucked the dagger and handgun into his belt.
He glanced back into the room... Seeing the man covered in bandages from head to toe, he quickly said, "Brother, sorry for the trouble. I'm leaving first... If