*Slash!*
The old man grabbed Wu Qi's tattered burlap sleeve, ripping it as he walked away. He turned around and asked with a bitter smile, "Why are you not letting me go? You don't have to thank me for saving your life. You are very old, and I can't just watch them killing you here on the road without doing anything."
The hunchback old man coughed a few times, throwing Wu Qi's sleeve to the ground. He walked before Wu Qi with trembling steps, lowered his voice, and said with a sigh, "You have a good heart, young man. Few would show kindness to an old man like me today. Tsk, it seems you have been down on luck recently!"
Wu Qi's brows pricked as he gave his broken arm a look. "Of course, I'm down on my luck. Otherwise, how could someone have taken an arm from me?" He said indifferently.
