"Godfather, my dear godfather."
"Who was it! Who on earth hurt you this badly!"
Dai Mubai and Ma Hongjun wept bitterly, though it was hard to tell whether they were really crying over their injuries or over their lost opportunities.
Without Tang Rat as a free hired fighter, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect wouldn't help them capture the people they needed, either. Who else would help them?
Tang Rat really wanted to kick them out. Even without hands or feet, he could still use his remaining Soul Power to materialize them, just like real limbs.
No one else could have done that.
It all came from the domain he had obtained in Slaughter City.
Divine Slaughter's Domain allowed him to materialize killing intent.
Forming hands and feet was no problem.
But his Soul Power was so depleted now that he couldn't sustain them for long.
After forming his limbs, he kicked them straight out.
Dai Mubai and Ma Hongjun didn't react in time.
Seeing the almost-translucent limbs, they still wore smiles.
"Godfather, godfather, you're all right!"
"That's such a relief!"
Tang Rat's anger flared again. He went straight over, took off Ma Hongjun's shoes, and then pulled down their pants.
Then he began whipping them furiously.
"Ahhhhhhh—"
"Ahhhhhhh—"
The sight was simply too painful to look at. The force was enough to make anyone suffer beyond endurance, and Tang Rat's arm moved so fast it left afterimages.
"Stop hitting us, godfather! Ahhhhh..."
"Yeah, godfather, why are you hitting us..."
They couldn't understand why their godfather was beating them like this.
At the mention of it, Tang Rat flew into a furious wail.
If those two bastards hadn't done this, how would he have ended up like this?
His hands moved even faster, nearly smoking as they swung. The faint