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His words carried an air of arrogance that was hard to ignore. At that moment, I could hardly hear what he was saying; all that filled my mind was a single thought: survive!
My movements were clumsy, far from skilled. I simply exerted all my strength and thrust the object in my hand toward Mao Wang. It was a very awkward action.
My attack and Mao Wang's collision reached each other almost simultaneously.
"Thud!"
A dull sound came from the hard object in my hand. Immediately after, I heard Mao Wang let out a scream.
"Ah!!!"
He covered his eyes and collapsed to the ground, shaking violently from the pain. Almost at the same moment, my neck was struck hard by Mao Wang.
"Buzz—"
I felt my entire head vibrating, everything in front of me went dark, and my ears rang with noise. But fortunately, my consciousness remained intact.
I gritted my teeth against the excruciating pain and managed to open my eyes, looking in Mao Wang's direction.
I saw him clutching his left eye tightly, blood seeping through his fingers. His right hand gripped the hard object I held, and his face contorted in agony.
"You... bastard..."
He stared at me with his one good eye, filled with rage.
"You... how dare you..."
"Cough cough cough."
With a cry of despair from Mao Wang, I suddenly felt a lightness wash over me, as if the weight pressing down on me had vanished, and my awareness became much clearer.
I opened my eyes and saw Mao Wang covering his face, the muscles contorted into a strange shape. His body twisted in pain, and he gripped the hard object in my hand tightly, making it impossible for me to let go easily.
In the darkness, we began a tug-of-war. I could clearly feel the sweat on his hands and his trembling. I was not about to release my grip either. I held onto the hard object tightly while Mao Wang desperately tried to take it away from me. My hands rubbed back and forth on the hard object, and I could even hear the sound of fabric tearing and skin rubbing against each other.
In a moment of desperation, I kicked him hard in the abdomen. Mao Wang winced in pain, loosening his grip. Seizing this opportunity, I used all my remaining strength to fling the hard object away with force. It felt as if something flew off from it as it was thrown.
In that instant, I had never felt so relieved; it was as if the heavy burden that had pressed down on me for so long had finally dissipated, and I felt light as a feather. I lay back on the sofa, gasping for breath, while Mao Wang seemed to still be groaning in pain beside me.
“Mao Wang, today is your day,” I said, forcing myself to sit up.
Mao Wang curled up on the ground, covering his face, with only cries of agony escaping him. His screams grew increasingly desperate, and listening to them inexplicably lifted my spirits.
I struggled to stand up and groped my way toward the door, taking careful steps to avoid falling again. As I passed by Mao Wang, he grabbed my clothes.
“What do you want?” I asked.
One hand still covering his face, he clutched at me with the other. “Help me... help me... please... please...”
I let out a cold laugh and, ignoring his struggles, kicked him hard on the shoulder. “You bastard, do you think those you’ve harmed would agree to let me save you?”
Mao Wang screamed as I kicked him out the door.
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