Section 173: Doll

With a look of contempt, Qin Tian let out a cold laugh, and with a light sweep of his single foot against Crippled Wolf's knee, the man thudded to his knees on the ground.

Crippled Wolf clenched his teeth tightly, cold sweat the size of soybeans slid down his forehead, and his face turned pale. The wrist that had been pierced by the Flying Knife continued to drip with fresh blood. Under the neon light, it looked especially eerie.

"And you two, kneel down as well," Qin Tian said coldly, pointing at Hu Liang and Bald Head.

Bald Head and Hu Liang exchanged a glance and shakily got up from the ground, then knelt down as well.

At this moment, they were in pain yet feeling a joy of sorts, the pain from the utterly humiliating act of kneeling down in front of a crowd, and the joy from not having sustained any substantial injuries. Compared to Crippled Wolf, they were many times more fortunate.