There's an old saying: a starved camel is still bigger than a horse.
Although Xiao Xuanye's martial abilities were crippled, his physical constitution was still far stronger than that of an ordinary person. Lin Tang's slap merely knocked him over, sending him tumbling face-first into the dirt. He wasn't seriously injured, nor did he have a concussion.
He scrambled to his feet, enraged, and bellowed, "Who?! How dare you strike me! I'll fucking kill you!"
He was about to draw his gun when he turned and froze.
"Lin… Lin Tang? How can it be you, you cur? How did you get in here? Aren't you supposed to be rotting in the Ten Directions Absolute Prison?!"
Lin Tang strode forward and kicked him, sending him flying several meters. He rolled across the floor like a winter melon.
"You, you, you—"
Xiao Xuanye exploded in fury again, screaming at the top of his lungs, "Guards! Get in here and shoot this bastard dead!"
However, no one came. It was utterly silent outside.
