The enemy's fist also smashed into his body.
Pff!
Blood sprayed out.
Next were fists falling like raindrops, hitting every part of his body, the bones cracking loudly.
Outside.
The sounds of fighting and wailing made the tavern owner and the bartender tremble a bit.
"Sir, this..." the owner started, hesitating.
Wu Heng turned to look at him, "Calculate the tavern's losses and send them to city hall. They will verify and compensate you."
The owner's face brightened with a smile, and he nudged the bartender beside him, "Go get a chair for the sir."
Wu Heng glanced at him, "No need, just stay here."
"Very well, sir."
The owner and the bartender, somewhat confused, still stood in place, listening to the fight inside.
After a short while, the sounds of the fight diminished.
The poison gas also completely dissipated.
"Stay outside, I will call for you if needed," Wu Heng instructed the tavern owner and the bartender.
"Understood, sir."
