Fatty Wang’s vision blurred, his eyes burning. He opened his mouth to scream, only to have a flatbread shoved between his teeth, muffling all sound.

A sharp pain shot through his chest and belly. In the space of half a breath, that brat had already landed three solid punches on him!

Every blow slammed into his diaphragm. His vision went black, and he could not draw a single breath.

But He Lingchuan was not finished. He followed up with a vicious kick straight to the groin.

The agony made Fatty Wang clutch himself and collapse, convulsing on the floor. In the face of such pain, even that nauseating stench seemed almost bearable.

The guards were quick-witted. To prevent him from toppling like a felled tree and raising a commotion loud enough to rouse those outside, they grabbed hold and pinned him firmly to the ground.

Sweat poured down Fatty Wang’s round...