Boom!
The fat man's eyes flew wide, disbelief written across his face. He seemed unable to believe he'd been killed just like that, his hand still poised to stab.
His three-hundred-pound body crashed to the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust. Blood poured from his body, staining a patch of concrete red.
Fortunately, no one was around. Otherwise, the heavy impact would have made such a racket that the neighbors would surely have heard.
"Run!"
Seeing his companion slapped to death by a young man who looked like a high school student, the bald man, Kong Shui, nearly pissed himself. A terrible chill surged through him, and he trembled all over.
Out of instinct, honed by years of running with the criminal underworld, he knew he was in grave danger. He bolted for the door, moving as fast as a race car.
"Trying to run?" A cold glint appeared in Xia Ping's eyes. He pulled a handful of stones from his pocket.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!
In an instant, two or three stones flew out like lightning, tearing through the air with a whistle. They pierced the bald man's feet, leaving two bloody holes.
"Ah!" Kong Shui let out a piercing scream and fell to the ground with a thud, his face slamming hard against the floor and leaving him bruised and battered.
The pain of having his legs pierced spread through his whole body. Cold sweat broke out across his skin, and he trembled all over. He'd never experienced such agony in his life.
"You nearly ran over my mother with your car. Did you think I'd let you escape?" Xia Ping walked up to the bald man and looked down at him.
Kong Shui was terrified. Trembling, he said, "Spare me! I—I didn't do it on purpose. I