Supported by the guards, Ming Lan went out of the Eastern Depot with difficulty.
A sharp, burning pain came from his injured tailbone as he stamped on the pedal, causing a violent convulsion in his whole body.
"Ouch! It's f*****g painful. Be careful, son of a b***h!"
Ming Lan blamed the pain on the guard who helped him. He couldn't help but lift his leg to kick him. Immediately, there was another pain from the fractured place, which made him distressed.
"Damn it! What bad luck these days!"
Ming Lan cursed and took off the disguised wound bond from his neck angrily and threw it to the ground.
Several guards piled on and lifted their Master into the wagon.
Ming Lan was really ashamed of himself at this moment.
The fracture was so unusual that he couldn't stand or sit for long, and he
