In the dilapidated house.
Xiaoliang was dealing with the person watching over Lin Qiushu. The latter was carelessly fiddling with a knife, the shiny blade glinting under the moonlight with a dazzling reflection.
"Excuse... excuse me..." Xiaoliang, holding a bottle of alcohol, peered through bleary eyes, intending to pass by the man.
"Excuse your mother's head, you drunkard!" the man cursed immediately, "Scram, scram, scram! Do you even know where you are?"
"Who the hell are you cursing... I..." Before Xiaoliang could finish, he raised the bottle in his hand and smashed it towards the man's head.
The man dodged swiftly, kicking Xiaoliang's legs out from under him and attempted to stab him with the knife he was holding.
Just then, a dark figure shot by, and before the man could evade, he took a fierce kick straight to the chest.
The force was so great that his whole body went flying, crashing into the precarious back wall.
