Chapter 60:
Poor Khaki Tony Tai was utterly despairing.
He shouted himself hoarse for a long time but no one paid him any attention. Finally, the Witch Hunter guarding him got annoyed, came over and slapped him on the ear, then stuffed a dirty rag into his mouth.
The young player was dazed.
Although it didn’t hurt, this humiliating treatment dealt a huge psychological blow to the young man.
When had he ever suffered such indignity? His northeastern hot-headedness flared up and he struggled, wanting to headbutt the witch hunter. But the witch hunter just nimbly dodged backwards, perfectly evading Khaki’s attack.
The three other captured, bruised and battered laborers watched dumbfounded.
Hey man, are you really that brave?
This is their territory, you know. The four of us against their thirty, tsk, we’re still slightly outnumbered.
Brother Khaki, let’s just drop it. No need to tangle with these barbaric Witch Hunters.