The assailant struck with lightning speed, and the knife movement didn't hesitate for a moment, sending Wang Dalì tumbling onto the ground in fright.
Despite his tendency to engage in petty theft, he acted tough at home, yet he was actually a coward at heart, a classic bully that harbors fear towards the strong.
"Wang Dalì?" Feng Sha's face, hidden in the darkness, now fully emerged, mouth curling into a bloodthirsty smile.
"Who are you? What do you want? I have no money; my family is dirt-poor. If it's money you're after, go to Jiang De Chun's place; they're the richest in the whole county, and there happen to be no men at home right now... Ah..."
Wang Dalì's plea was cut short by a scream, his voice choking off as if his throat was suddenly clamped shut, unable to utter another sound.
Jiang Mei Li, hiding under the bed and trembling, attempted to flee, but Feng Sha blocked the door, leaving her no escape.
