After more than a dozen consecutive stabs.
The urea sack was soaked red with blood.
The thugs snapped out of it and hurriedly pulled out their weapons.
Old Fifth even drew a revolver from under the table, aimed at A Yao, and fired.
Bang!
A gunshot rang out.
A Yao jolted, and his raised hand released the short knife.
He stared at his own chest in disbelief.
"Fuck!"
The bald man seized the chance to pull off the urea sack and kick A Yao away.
His face was covered in wounds with the flesh turned outward, looking utterly horrific.
A Yao was only a child, after all. He struck viciously but lacked experience.
Had he stabbed the man in the belly or heart, the bald man would have died.
Instead, he had stabbed at his head, and most of his blows had slipped onto his face.
"MLGB, I nearly went down in the gutter! Are you fucking trying to get me killed? You dared steal something belonging to the King of Spring Prefecture? Fuck!"
The bald man was already scared out of his wits.
He had even forgotten A Yao's ambush, thinking only of resolving the matter of the badge.
A Yao froze too, not understanding how the King of Spring Prefecture had gotten involved.
To him, the King of Spring Prefecture was a godlike figure who had absolutely nothing to do with him.
"Fuck, I'll fucking beat you to death, then run!"
In a rage, the bald man snatched a steel pipe from one of his men and swung it down at A Yao's head.
A Yao instinctively raised his hand to block.
There was a crack.
His right arm was broken by the blow.
"You like being a beggar? I'll break all four of your limbs and leave