The leading man sneered and viciously planted one foot on the young man's stomach, while his other foot continued stomping down hard, as if he intended to crush the young man's intestines.
"You fucking dare to resist?" the leading man cursed darkly. "Let's see how Laozi tortures you!"
The young man felt as though his abdomen had been struck by a ten-thousand-pound hammer. The pain was unbearable. His features twisted, and his mouth hung wide open, yet he could not make a sound. His throat seemed blocked, leaving only ragged, wheezing breaths.
His heart was filled with regret. If he had known he would run into scum like these men, he would never have come out, even if beaten to death.
"What are you idiots standing around for? Get him!" the leading man roared at the burly men.
Upon hearing that, the other burly men immediately surrounded him, raining punches and kicks upon him.
"Pfft!"
The leading man kicked the young man again, sending blood spilling from his mouth.
Lin Taichu witnessed the scene, and a trace of pity flashed through his eyes. He was not one to meddle in others' affairs, but he could not stand such bullying of the weak. Just as he was about to step forward and stop them, the young man suddenly erupted with astonishing strength through the excruciating pain. He flipped over and threw the leading man to the ground.
"You bastards! Even if I die, I won't let you off easily!" the young man roared as he climbed to his feet, his eyes filled with despair and madness.
"Hmph, you fool who doesn't know death!" The leading man got up from the ground, brushed the dust off himself, and sneered. "Brothers, get him! Cripple him!"
As soon as he spoke, the burly men