That wooden mannequin also saw its target, "Yu Liang", and swung its axe in his direction. Li Huazhao reacted quickly, blocking the attack with his dinner knife.
With a "clang", the axe was deflected and struck a fat man in the chest.
The sharp edge of the axe vertically cleaved open the fat man's chest, slashing straight down to his belly.
"Ah! My intestines, intestines!" The fat man screamed in agony, frantically trying to gather up his spilled guts. Meanwhile, the other axe and sword-wielding brutes charged in, marching in orderly strides.
Without a moment's hesitation, Li Huazhao darted onto the balcony. He turned back to quickly bow towards the fat man's corpse – an insincere gesture of guilt – before leaping from the balcony.
The henchmen hurried to the balcony to look down, but they had once again lost sight of Yu Liang and promptly returned downstairs to investigate.
