The villagers watching the commotion saw that just a moment ago, the five strong men who had been menacingly surrounding Xuexue and ready to strike were now at the mercy of a handsome young man—holding one in his left hand, another in his right, casually tossing them out of the front door of the old residence like they were little ducks.
They landed one on top of another, stacked like burlap sacks on the ground.
Being rudely slammed onto the ground was painful enough, but then having their companions piled on top, one after another, added insult to injury—they began to wail like slaughtered pigs.
"Ouch! Dammit, Zhu Gan, why the hell are you crushing me?"
"Ouch! You think I want to be on top of you? You're not a girl, are you? I was just carelessly thrown out by that Plague God and accidentally landed on you."
