Sights of people being beaten up, stabbed, or even burned to a crisp on the streets were normal.
So when the surrounding traders saw a fight about to begin, most didn't bother picking up their goods and they scurried aside.
As this happened, Karl Morrows twirled once in the air before landing hard on his face.
Gritting his teeth, he sat up painfully and raised a hand to his nose.
Of course, it was broken.
Placing a finger under his nose, he squeezed his eyes shut and clenched his lips.
One, two…
Crack!
He twisted it right back into place and squeezed his eyes tighter as the pain shot straight to his head, nearly driving him insane.
"Bastard, you did a good job hiding from me until now. But that doesn't mean my desire to kill you has lessened!" a growl sounded behind him.
Peeking his eyes open, he turned his head to look at his opponent.
The man was three times the size of Karl's buffest friend and as tall as all three of them stacked on top of each other.
