Some of them were glad they had never bullied him, while the others who previously did, were all covered in cold sweat. They were deeply fearful that it would be their turn next.
This was the way the world worked, and especially so in prison. The weak were always afraid of the strong.
Pan Dalong spat out a mixture of blood, skin and teeth onto the ground.
One of the prisoners in the cell next to theirs counted his fallen teeth. "Earlier, didn't Fang Shaohua say he would take out ten of his teeth? There are only eight there. There are still two missing."
Fang Shaohua lifted his fist once more and Pan Dalong was frightened into kneeling down. He cried out unclearly. "Boss, please let me off!"
"There's no point even if you beg for mercy. I'm a man of my word." Fang Shaohua sneered. "I said I would take out ten of your teeth. There's no way I'll let you off easy."
