Arrows were stuck in both of his legs, and two physicians were tending to his wounds, trying to remove them.
But the arrows were buried deep, the heads caught tight on muscle and sinew. The slightest movement made the man grimace and curse unendingly.
"Fucking hell, can't you be more gentle? Are you trying to kill me with the pain?"
The two physicians dared not say a word, only working on his wounds with even greater care.
He then turned his gaze to a man at his side.
This was a portly, middle-aged man who looked amiably harmless, like a statue of the Maitreya Buddha from a temple.
Yet no one would have ever guessed that this very man was the dreaded grand strategist of the Beheading Gang, the "White Paper Fan," Mo Daoyuan.
