The dark, damp environment was filled with an unknown fear, and a suffocating atmosphere pervaded the surroundings.
The badly injured man lay limp on the ground, as if he had lost the breath of life.
"Hey, are you dead?"
Someone stood up from the corner and kicked the bundle of scar-riddled flesh in front of them.
Seeing no response, Xiao Xu's timidity shifted suddenly, his face stained with a hint of ferocity.
"Hey, get up quickly, you're blocking my way."
The other young men watched the scene with indifference, with no intention of helping.
There was a pause.
The man on the ground raised his head, his cold, blood-red eyes staring at the person in front of him, and a hoarse voice expelled a single word: "Scram."
Startled by that piercing gaze, Xiao Xu instinctively stepped back.
Then he began to respond with embarrassment turning to anger, his brows furrowing as he viciously kicked a few times: "Almost dead, and you dare to order me around...."
