However, there was one lucky fellow left because Ye Wudao had run out of pool balls, holding a long knife, he slashed towards Ye Wudao's leg, only for Ye Wudao to stomp the knife down, then bent his leg and kicked, sending him flying like a soccer ball. Apart from Xu Meiran, the scene was left with nothing but the pig-slaughtering wails covering the ground.
Ye Wudao then jumped down from the pool table, picked up a cue stick from the side, and walked over to Huang Feihong. Flashing a grin, he said, "I spared you once, and you didn't appreciate it. Some opportunities don't come twice."
Huang Feihong's legs had already turned to jelly from fear of Ye Wudao's methods, his forehead drenched with cold sweat that kept dripping. Before he could speak up and beg for mercy, Ye Wudao landed the stick onto his arm and said, "It seems you find your arm is healing too quickly, so I'll make it heal slower."
