Li Ang was doubtful whether the meager compensation he received would be enough to cover his medical expenses.
"Ah! Motherfucker,"
The piercing agony in his screams conveyed the pain he was enduring.
Li Ang hadn't expected the person who charged out would be a Korean.
As both men fell to the ground, several staff members quickly rushed over and helped them up.
The Korean's condition was barely recognizable.
He had lost more than just a layer of skin; even subcutaneous tissue had been ground away, and faint traces of white bone were visible on his face.
In contrast, the few staff members looking at Li Ang didn't witness a bloody scene.
They noticed that where Li Ang's skin had made contact with the ground through his clothing, only a superficial layer of skin had been abraded, revealing small beads of blood, the sort that might appear from a minor fall on the ground.
