Chapter 32 Death in the Yang Family_1
Huang An grunted, but didn't dare to cry out in pain. He lowered his head, not daring to look at the martial artists around him.
Seeing the sickly and submissive figure on the ground, the burly man threw back his head, flung his hand, and laughed loudly.
Taking the scraped copper coins with him, he marched away with the other disciples at his side.
As for the rusty dagger left on the ground, full of pits and indentations, they left it to the sickly figure as a treasure.
Only when their figures disappeared at the corner of the alley did Huang An manage to stand up, rubbing his painful shoulder.
His shoulder was just grazed, and the rest was just an act.
Without uttering a single harsh word, glaring with hatred, or even casting a glance behind him, Huang An moved forward like an old man, hunching his back and shuffling down the alleyway.