Fuck!
The pain in his abdomen made Ah Can's neck veins bulge, and he quickly realized something was wrong. As he tried to rise and resist, a chair smashed toward him.
"Bang!"
The solid wooden chair shattered as it struck his back.
Ah Can fell to the ground once more.
He truly was a tough guy. Even with heavy blows to his chest and back, and the pain unbearable, he still struggled to get up.
But the intruders were not kind souls either.
A shoe, soaked and slick from the rain, arrogantly stepped on his head. No matter how hard he tried to struggle, it was futile; gradually, his face was pushed against the floor, forced to look toward the door in a most humiliating position.
Through his line of sight, several more people walked in, yet their features were unclear.
"Mr. Jiang, can you let Ah Can go?"
Dao Ge.
It was Dao Ge's voice!
"Dao Ge, who are they?"
Ah Can, lying on the ground with his temples protruding and breathing heavily, asked.
No one replied.