Even Clay Figures Have Some Fire

Looking at each burly man, Tom felt no fear. He had killed mutated ants, cockroaches, and rats. Now, struggling to survive here, threatened by a group of gangsters, he couldn't possibly bow down.

"Uncle Seven, step aside, or don't blame me for disregarding our twenty years of friendship!" Uncle Seven said menacingly. "If I don't take care of this kid who dares to challenge me today, I, Uncle Seven, won't need to walk on this street anymore!"

"He's my patient. You can't touch him! At least until he's fully recovered!" Uncle Wei stood firm.

"Is that so? Think about your grandson, Tianzi. Have you thought about him? Are you sure you want to stop me?"

Seeing Tianzi beside Tom, Uncle Wei sighed and reluctantly said, "Tianzi, come with me."

Tom patted Tianzi's head, signaling him to leave quickly. Enduring the intense pain in his chest, Tom stood up. Even if he died, he would stand and face it, refusing to kneel and beg for mercy.