"Outrageous!" Hong Yaowei hollered with a flushed face while gasping heavily for air.
Presently, someone had stuck a wooden truncheon under his two arms to lift them up in reverse while several black-clothed youths beat him down with these truncheons, bruising his back black and blue. He was anxious and angry, in pain, and also itchy.
"You guys, who are you people?" Hong Yaowei hollered. He felt that these people were fierce and malicious, on top of being very rude and unreasonable.
He didn't want to give in so quickly, but he was a person of feeble strength, not to mention that one had to lower their head when under another's roof!
Hong Yaowei, along with the other seven specialists, were beaten into prostrating on the ground. No matter how much they howled at the beginning, their arrogance was tempered after a round of beatings.
Afterwards, the crowd parted, making way for the crown prince to pass through.
