The bald man saw that Monkey had stopped struggling, and he didn't instruct his men to pull Monkey's head out from the bucket. After a little while, the bald man signaled the four middle-aged men to step aside, and he personally grabbed Monkey's hair, yanking his head out of the wine-filled bucket.
By this point, Monkey was barely clinging to life, with just a breath of air left in his nostrils. He struggled to open his tightly shut eyes, and his quivering lips were unable to form a single word.
"Slap, slap—" with two slaps, the bald man struck Monkey across the face before revealing a hint of satisfaction. He reached into Monkey's pocket, pulled out a wallet, counted the money inside, and cursed discontentedly, "Damn it, turns out he's a broke bastard; how come there's only five thousand yuan?"
The bald man, clutching Monkey's hair, flung him to the ground where Monkey's head made a "bang—" as it collided with the floor, instantly drawing blood.
