(Today is the third update, roar! I want bookmarks, I want all kinds of votes!)
"I... I told you, don't come any closer, I have a needle."
Xiao Yi seemed to have a feeling of narrowly escaping disaster, looking with a mix of sympathy and wariness at the tall skinny man writhing on the ground before carefully gripping the short silver needle in his hands, watching the remaining two men with caution.
The tall skinny man, looking at Xiao Yi's expression, seemed ready to breathe fire from his eyes. He really wanted to curse this country bumpkin, this bastard, but he couldn't even open his mouth—in fact, he was utterly incapable of sparing the effort to curse, with only howls of pain coming from his mouth, as if one mouth wasn't enough. The excruciating pain coursing through his foot made him feel like he was on the verge of collapse. He had been stabbed by sharp objects before, even accidentally stepping on nails, but never had he experienced such agonizing pain.