Fang Zhixing didn't know what had happened to Xigou; he was just getting beaten up, trapped in a net, surrounded by blurry figures.
At first, those people were just punching and kicking, but then they started using sticks, hitting harder and harder.
Before long, Fang Zhixing's head was bleeding, and his body was covered in wounds.
"Make way."
Suddenly, someone shouted.
The crowd parted, and a youth with freckles stepped forward, a dagger in his hand.
Stab!
Thud!
The dagger plunged into Fang Zhixing's chest, and blood gushed out.
"Big brother, Master Chen didn't say we should take his life, why are you—?" someone spoke up.
The freckled youth sneered, "You idiot, this kid is no easy mark. When you cut grass, you remove the roots; understand?"
That person immediately shut their mouth.
The freckled youth pulled out the dagger and ordered, "Dump him in the river to feed the fish. Where's that dog?"
Someone answered, "Caught it, right here!"