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"Fool!"
Pa!
Accompanied by a crisp slap, Meng Haicheng fell to the ground.
Blood mixed with broken teeth fell, the dusty ground further sullied him, and the bandage seeping blood from his neck made him look exceptionally shabby.
Yet, Meng Haicheng didn't even dare to breathe heavily, hastily getting up to kneel on the ground, his forehead dotted with cold sweat.
This place was a sizable iron smithy.
Outside, the courtyard housed a row of dilapidated forges, the fire blazing red, with iron and coal slag scattered all over the ground, while a group of men, bare-chested, swung large and small hammers in turn.
Ding! Ding! Clang! Clang!
Accompanied by the piercing sound of iron striking, sparks flew in all directions.
In the inner courtyard, a group of men, dressed in varied attire and covered in tattoos, either stood or squatted. Under the dim candlelight, each face looked ferocious.
