People from the Meng’s (III)

"Humph! You think I'll believe it? I repeat: Are you keeping a young, good-looking teen here?" The leader had seen a lot and would not be deceived.

He swung his arm, breaking a gambling table with his lash and injuring a gamester standing in front of it. Blood was streaming down his clothes, which terrified all the others and caused them stand as far away as possible.

Immediately, there was an empty space for the broken table and the moaning man. He was covering his waist, unable to stop the blood from flowing out of his body.

"Don't lie to me, or all of you will have a taste of my lash! Now, tell me: Is the boy here?"

It was then that the people observed his weapon more closely. It was two fingers thick, with numerous tiny, fine hooks hung along it and twenty shining blades at the tip.

No wonder the man was bleeding so seriously! If the leader had added some force, he would have been dead in the blink of the eye.