Watching Liu Hun beat down ten people, the surrounding villagers grew bold, crowding around to settle scores—those with grievances shared them, and those without simply snuck in a few cheap shots.
"Get up!" Liu Hun kicked Huang Qing's rear and yelled.
Slippery as an eel, Huang Qing had only taken three hits before, but those had been enough to knock the wind out of him. He struggled to his feet, only to have someone spit a thick glob of phlegm on his face.
"Huang Qing, do you think your mutt was worth any money?" Liu Hun asked, staring down at him.
Shivering, Huang Qing wiped his face and stammered, "No... it's worthless."
"How could that be? A dog of rare breed can't be worthless! I killed your dog, shouldn't I compensate you for that?" Liu Hun continued, his tone deadly serious.
