Zhang Dacai had been pacing around the hall for a while, but he hadn't found a suitable target yet.
The moment Liao Xianghe appeared, he locked onto his prey—this young man was the one.
He lay on the ground with claw marks all over his body, shocking those present with a sharp intake of breath. What... What had he gotten into to scratch himself up like this?
"This guy must have caught some kind of contagious disease," someone blurted out.
The crowd stepped back ten paces as if Zhang Dacai really carried some infectious disease, afraid to get any closer.
