"I've long wished for death, dragging this useless leg around, I've endured too much contempt," Long Wuhui snorted coldly, clenching his fist.
"Yo, quite the act, bros, teach this Old Limp Man a lesson, let him learn how a human should behave."
The young thugs each flipped a beer bottle in hand, arrogance overflowing.
Long Wuhui, not at all intimidated, was about to step forward when he felt a strong hand grab his shoulder.
He turned in surprise, seeing Lin Hai shaking his head at him.
"Instructor, let me handle it."
"Handle what? Kiddo, you haven't practiced in years, your kung fu's all rusty, what if you get hurt?" Long Wuhui shook his head.
"I'll do it," Lin Hai insisted without further explanation.
"Handle what, you looking down on my limp?" Long Wuhui glared.
"Instructor, that's not what I meant."
