The subordinates scattered in panic, taking a few steps back, one of them dropping the blood-stained dagger in his hand and shaking his head vigorously, "It wasn't me, you ran into it yourself!"
Black Fatty clutched at his chest, but the blood would not stop. He looked at Tao Ti as if he had gone mad, "It's you! You, Little Monster, are going to get me killed! I won't let you off even in death!"
Raging, he picked up a whip from the ground and charged at Tao Ti, bellowing, "I want you to be buried with me!"
Just as the whip was about to strike Tao Ti, a Lion's Head Cane appeared, blocking the strike.
The old man was panting, having finally found his granddaughter, only to arrive and see this bloody Black Fatty shouting about dragging his granddaughter to a shared grave!
Was this his fate for growing old? For no longer being able to wield a sword?
"Get out of the way! You old coot! What are you gawking at? Kill him!" Black Fatty, like an enraged black bear, roared and bellowed.