"Mm," Duge glanced at him and nodded indifferently.
Wang San stood out from the crowd, a willow leaf saber in hand, and approached the trembling Liu Heigou. As he walked, he said, "My little black dog, I love you so much, how could you be so bad? Look, you've angered everyone. Let me personally send you off. Dying in my arms, you must be happy, right..."
Fear spread in the heart of Liu Heigou. He sprang to his feet, intending to flee, but the throw from Liu Cheng earlier had caused him internal injuries.
The moment he stood up, he collapsed back onto the ground.
As Wang San closed in, the terror on Liu Heigou's face grew. He struggled and rolled, trying to crawl away.
But Wang San didn't give him the chance. With a few swift strides, he was upon him, stepping down on him, "Why run away? Why do you so want to leave me? If that's the case, you won't need your legs anymore. Without your legs, you'll never leave me..."
With that, Wang San chopped down forcefully at his shin.
Pfft!
