With his neck injured, Huo Tu couldn't eat. Smelling the aroma of roasted chicken, he smacked his lips and cursed, "Fuck, I've never been this damn frustrated."
"Second Master, don't be angry," Ma Liu said, his words muffled as he tore off a chicken leg. "Old Prince Feng is in the city. We'll have his backing once we see him tomorrow."
Huo Tu nodded, and a sudden pain shot through his neck. "HISS... Take it easy on me!"
"Applying medicine is going to hurt. If you can't handle the pain, I won't do it." The doctor had been in Dayu City for years and had seen more than his share of thugs.
Seeing the doctor close the porcelain vial, Huo Tu was flabbergasted. "I told you to be gentle, not to stop!"
"It's going to hurt when I apply it. Being gentle has nothing to do with it."
Huo Tu's face tensed. Seeing that the doctor wasn't the least bit afraid, he couldn't help but wonder, 'Are all the people in Dayu City out of their minds?'
