"Damn it, if you're not dead, make a sound for me!"
Mo Shu, dressed in black, silently vanished into the night.
The smell of the stable was overwhelming, a mix of horse manure and grass, extremely pungent.
Mo Shu covered her nose, watching the tall and sturdy man beating and kicking the exiled criminal: "Aren't you supposed to be skilled in martial arts? The top expert, right? Then stand up!"
Each kick landed on the large iron ring piercing through his scapula.
"Tsk, just because you're a useless piece of trash, I had to come all the way here to see you, how big is your face? Bah!"
Mo Shu frowned, watching his actions, her eyes filled with coldness.
"So what if you're noble, now you're nothing but a drowned dog, anyone can kick you around, hahahaha!"
The man beat him for a while longer, perhaps because the person being beaten showed no response, finding it boring, he muttered a curse and left.
