The morning mist was thin, and dew had formed into droplets.
The gate guards removed the thick cypress door bolts, and with a teeth-gritting creaking sound, pushed open the city gate.
"Xiba, if you knock on the door so early again, I'll break your legs!"
Choi Sam yawned and, fuming with anger, was ready to glare at the man, but when he looked up, a figure squeezed through the crack in the gate.
"Ah!"
The man roared and pounced on Choi Sam like a starving mad dog, biting at Choi Sam's face with his large yellow teeth.
Choi Sam raised his hand to push the man's face away, trying to flip him off, but the other's strength was very great, and he bit down hard on his fingers.
Crack!
The index finger was bitten off cleanly.
"Ah, save me!"
Choi Sam screamed in agony.
The other gate guards rushed over with their spears and began to stab the man fiercely.
Squish! Squish!
