Boss Jia was in pain.
It wasn't the financial ruin from losing at the martial arts competition that hurt, but rather the beating he had endured.
When Xie Tian pushed aside the curtain painted with dice, he saw every gambling table and bench smashed to smithereens, dozens of dice scattered across the floor, and only the counter where Boss Jia could sit was overturned, with an abacus that had never been used broken into five or six pieces…
In short, the scene was a complete mess.
The door to the inner courtyard was open. As Xie Tian approached the entrance, he saw Boss Jia sitting askew on the ground, his face swollen and bruised. Boss Jia had been beaten severely; his only presentable long gown was ripped to shreds, dotted with bloodstains. One of his arms hung limply, and one leg dragged on the ground, both broken.