The body was swaying, as if he might fall down at any time.

The young man is not a practitioner, he is just an ordinary person with some strength.

"Bastard, who told you to rest?

Why don't you take your things back quickly?

If you can’t do such a small thing well, what else can you do?”

One of them, a young man in his twenties, scolded the boy with a ferocious look on his face.

Then another man kicked the boy in the abdomen.

He kicked the young man far away and immediately lay on the ground with a painful look on his face.

For a while I couldn't get up.

A trace of resentment flashed through the young man's eyes, followed by despair and numbness.

He is obviously used to this kind of inhuman life.

"Why are you still standing there? Why don't you quickly take these prey back and clean them up!

If you continue to pretend to be dead, I will let you die for real now."

The young man endured the pain and stood up with great difficulty.
Chapter completed!