After waking up, he stared blankly at the ceiling and lay in bed for a day and a night. It was not until the following evening that he barely regained some ability to move, his unbearable hunger driving him to crawl out of bed in search of food.
Ironically, those perverted enemies who had chopped off his hand and humiliated him to the fullest while he was unconscious seemed afraid that he would die directly from blood loss or infection. They had treated the open wound at his severed elbow perfectly. Aside from the constant phantom pain, it neither bled nor became inflamed.
Jack Wong knew exactly what those people meant: Killing you like this would be letting you off too easy. Live on in this humiliation, you cripple. Hahahaha!
Not only that, those bastards had even filmed it and uploaded the video online, turning the incident into a disgrace known by almost everyone.
Every day, he had to endure not only the physical agony of losing an arm, but also the psychological torment of being scorned and disgusted by colleagues he had once looked down on.
The once-unrivaled boxing champion would never again be able to stand openly in a fighting arena, or before the public.
Those days were the darkest of Jack Wong's life. He drifted through each day in a daze. Forced to the brink, he lost everything he once had and went bankrupt, surviving each day only on free relief meals.
During the day, he wandered the streets and was driven away by the police. At night, to avoid being found, he slept directly in foul-smelling garbage heaps that no one bothered to claim.
Having lost an arm and with his body ruined, he could not even beat the weakest homeless man. Even among the homeless,