The assassin looked inexplicably at the fat shopkeeper and asserted, "Do I look like I'm injured?"
But the fat shopkeeper clearly saw yesterday that all his assassins were injured and couldn't get up.
"What's going on? Could it be that the wire didn't cause harm?"
Lin Yi burst into laughter and said, "Hahaha, yes, you fatso, you lay trembling on the ground all night last night, comfortable, huh?"
The fat shopkeeper was so angry that his face turned red and he beat his chest in frustration.
"Fine then, you dare to trick me! Someone, arrest him! I must chop him into pieces and grind him into mincemeat!"
Watching the fat shopkeeper's eyes bulge in anger, Lin Yi couldn't help but ridicule.
"Fatso, you should be thanking me, just look at your tiny eyes, they're wide open now."
True enough, it was a hit where it hurts, and the severely agitated fatso grabbed a long sword from the ground and stabbed at Lin Yi.
