599 Rooting out in reverse

Sheyan ceased his footsteps, appearing like a towering dam in the darkness of night, barring his opponents on the spot. With his sudden swing around, the few foremost thugs immediately halted.

They were all drug peddlers or adept swindlers but weren’t bold enough to toy with their own lives. Despite so, some brainless hooligans took the initiative as they pushed through the crowd and charged forth.

Sheyan stooped his waist and picked up a random wall brick stuck in the mud. Without even batting an eyelid or moving his feet, he bluntly smashed the few thugs till blood flowed from their heads.

The most gravely wounded thug lost half of his teeth, and even bit off half of his tongue before that as blood welled up in his mouth. His choking wails sounded muffled and he spoke like he had a lisp.