He had held a position without moving for too long, and his body had become somewhat stiff. Even a simple act of raising his arm seemed to tug on some internal injury.
The whole body was in pain.
The pain made him gasp sharply, and even his fingertips were trembling.
"Hey, if you're not dead, then get out of here. Don't hang around on our turf, and don't die here either."
"You look like you're not going to make it anyway, hopefully you'll die far away from us."
Disdainful voices rained down on Jun Yu's head.
By Jun Yu's nature, he would have left long ago. But at this moment, he hadn't moved for a while, still maintaining the same posture, looking lifeless.
It wasn't that he didn't want to move, nor because he had thick skin to stay put, but rather his body felt extremely uncomfortable, with a splitting headache and unbearable soreness in his limbs, making it truly impossible to move.
However, the beggars thought he was lingering on purpose.
