A sharp pain emanated from his chest, and Liu Ming's mouth gaped open as he felt nearly suffocated.
"Kid, I'm Scar Dragon from Fierce Island, and I've decided tonight you're my dinner. It's been a long time since I've tasted meat!" A hideously ugly face loomed over Liu Ming, its features twisted as if gulping down saliva.
"Uncle Qian!"
Liu Ming's body shook violently. The man intent on devouring him, full of scar-marked face, was none other than the affectionate Uncle Qian, the one warmth he'd felt during the desolate years on Fierce Island.
"What Uncle Qian? I'm Scar Dragon!" Uncle Qian looked coldly at Liu Ming, his foot stomping down repeatedly.
With a crack, Liu Ming felt a rib break.
Excruciating pain flooded through him, almost causing him to pass out.
"No, it's not like this…" Liu Ming struggled with his frail body, trying to free himself from the heavy foot on his chest.
