Having one of his ears torn off while alive, the Sick Dog was writhing in pain on the ground. After a long while, the pain finally subsided. He was furious inside, but he dared not show it on his face, having already witnessed Su Xiao's ferocity.
"Youke Hotel, don't make me repeat a third time."
The Sick Dog gritted his teeth and stood up trembling, with knife wounds spurting blood.
"Let me... change my clothes."
At the moment, the Sick Dog was covered in mud. His status within the gang wasn't low, and going out like this was very humiliating.
"Alright."
Breathing a sigh of relief, the Sick Dog walked out of the alley and into a clothing store around the corner.
Ten minutes later, the Sick Dog emerged from the store, having changed into a set of clean clothes, wrapped in white cloth strips around his body and head. A thin man by nature, he resembled a junkie, and his significant blood loss now made it seem like he could kick the bucket at any moment.
