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There was not much water in the stinking ditch by the roadside, but there was plenty of mud. The Fat Tiger landed solidly in it, splashing mud as high as a man. He was instantly covered in it.
Jiang Xiaobai looked down at the wound on his abdomen, gritted his teeth, and, without making a sound, painstakingly pedaled his tricycle back home. Once there, he clambered down from the tricycle and collapsed to the ground, unable to get up.
"Damn that Fat Tiger for hitting so hard!"
Jiang Xiaobai hissed through his teeth, sucking in a cold breath. The pain was so intense that he couldn't think of anything else. After lying on the ground for two or three minutes, he finally managed to stand up, wobbling into the house. He lifted his shirt and saw the ghastly wound.
"Goddamn, I almost got killed by that bastard Fat Tiger."
