C14 The Power of Money

"Ah! My hand, my hand, my hand is broken, my hand! " The dagger had already fallen to the ground. The tattooed man covered his broken left hand as he lay on the ground, letting out miserable cries.

The veins on his entire face bulged, and his face was completely red. Bean-sized beads of sweat dotted his forehead like raindrops, soaking his collar along his cheeks