Blood trickled down his forehead.
Xie Wukun spat out bloody spit and staggered up from the abandoned construction site. Those grandsons were really cunning, they picked out invisible places and kicked them. He wiped his face, rubbed the wound at the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand, and gasped in pain.
"Damn it."
He cursed under his breath and limped home. When passing by the wasteland, my feet suddenly slipped and I fell into the wild grass about half a person tall.
