Shopkeeper Zhang was dying of shame and anger, yet he was also afraid of death. He swallowed his pride and nodded, covering his face with his sleeve, too ashamed to meet anyone's eyes.
"Splash him awake! But don't splash his face," Wang Yongzhu ordered Jindou and Jinhu.
She gathered her gloves and the remaining bit of mud mixed with the nerve toxin.
Jindou and Jinhu carefully lifted the bucket of water, avoiding Hunter Qin's face, and drenched him through to the bone.
It was now deep autumn, and although the midday sun still had some warmth, the bucket of cold water, followed by a light breeze, was chilling.
Hunter Qin soon came to his senses.
The moment he opened his eyes, he saw Wang Yongzhu and reflexively made a defensive gesture, which pulled at the wound in his chest, causing him to inhale sharply from the pain.
"You venomous woman! Do you know who I am? How dare you hit me, I tell you—ah—" Hunter Qin's eyes split with rage as he let out a wail.
