Lu Bai leaned against the windowsill, observing in secret.
Brother Shrimp wandered down the street in a daze, clearly in a foggy, disoriented state.
As I said before, in places like Chikan Bay, crime was the norm.
Naturally, the way Brother Shrimp was acting made him an easy target.
Two men squatting at the mouth of an alley, smoking, noticed Brother Shrimp and exchanged a glance. Then they got up and headed toward him.
Brother Shrimp staggered to his feet, circled around a trash can, and kept walking.
But on closer inspection, his eyes were unfocused, like those of a walking corpse.
The two men with bad intentions didn't even need to pick a fight. They only had to stand in his way and wait for him to bump into them.
And that was exactly what happened.
Brother Shrimp walked straight into one of the burly men's chests, then slumped to the ground on his backside.
He shook his head, barely managing to bring his vision back into focus. "Sorry about that."
After apologizing instinctively, Brother Shrimp tried to get up and keep walking.
But the burly man had no intention of letting him off so easily. He shot out a hand and clamped it around Brother Shrimp's neck.
"What? You think saying sorry is enough? Nothing in this world comes that cheap!"
The burly man had a powerful grip. He squeezed Brother Shrimp's neck tightly, and his face gradually turned red.
Brother Shrimp's eyes reddened too.
Not from hurt feelings or fear, but from sheer, startling rage.
A strained sound escaped his throat as he slammed his fist against the hand gripping his neck.
"Well, look at you. Got some fight in you."
With someone squeezing his neck and cutting off his breath, Brother Shrimp's attacks were never going