Streams of fresh red blood incessantly flowed from his thigh.
"Yikes! Why would you stab your own thigh without saying anything? Can't we talk things over nicely?"
Ye Haochuan sighed, stretching out his hand to press on the knife in Huzi's leg.
"Damn it! Damn it!" Huzi cursed twice, his face already pained to a deathly white.
He tried to grab the handle of the knife, struggling to pull it out, but Ye Haochuan pressed his hand on it, making it impossible for him to do so.
"What are you still stabbing for? Hurry up and pull it out, stop hurting yourself!" Ye Haochuan's face feigned a sighing expression as if he was helping Huzi to pull out the knife, but he was actually pressing down on it secretly with force.
Damn your sister! Damn your grandpa, I'm almost in agony! Huzi raged internally.
"Damn your mom! Let go of our Brother Hu!" The remaining dozen or so thugs suddenly got angry, each wielding clubs and rushing forward with shouts.
