Jiang San tore off a small scrap of cloth and bound his bleeding finger stump, towering hatred churning in his eyes.
That hatred suppressed his fear, but it had not consumed his reason.
He knew he was no match for this bald donkey. Not only could he not avenge his severed finger himself, whether he could even escape this small courtyard alive depended entirely on the other man's whim...
Amid his agitation, Jiang San caught sight of the unconscious people beside the round table.
His vicious eyes abruptly lit up.
Jiang San glanced back one last time to check the bald donkey's movements, gritted his teeth, and raced toward the "Orphanage Director"!
He alone was indeed no match for this bald donkey, but what if... he added those others, whose martial prowess was modest but who each had skills of their own?!
Jiang San darted to the table, raised his foot, and kicked hard at the pressure points on their calves-
"Ah!!"
"Ow-"
"Who the hell kicked me?!!"
Their furious voices had never sounded so sweet. Jiang San and He Si grinned at the same time.
Their gamble had paid off!
"That happy?" Liaochen watched the wild delight in He Si's eyes with a cold gaze. At last, his voice no longer sounded as icy and lifeless as before.
He Si mustered every scrap of strength to raise his hand and press it against the spot where the bald man had struck him, struggling for breath. "Ha, ha-"
"Happy! Of course I'm happy!"
He looked toward his accomplices as they woke one after another and laughed with savage satisfaction. "Hear what's going on over there?"
"Those people aren't like the two of us. Every one of them-"
"Chengcheng." Unwilling to listen to the man keep shouting threats at him, Liaochen