A rusty iron pipe smashed into my eye socket, and blood ran down my cheek.
I didn't dodge.
It wasn't that I couldn't. I just didn't want to. Because taking that hit made the croaky voice in my head ring out.
"Ding! Host has suffered physical humiliation. One level of Heavenly Tribulation nullified. Combat power +500. Host, that face-first fall was picture-perfect. Keep it up."
I grinned, blood seeping between my teeth, making me look like an idiot.
Lin Jie across from me froze for half a second, then kicked me in the chest. "You're useless, and you still dare to laugh? Damn it, you can't even scrub a toilet properly, and you still have the nerve to laugh?"
I staggered back a few steps and knocked over the trash can by the door. Leftovers and scraps poured all over me.
Behind me came the uproarious laughter of his buddies.
