Chapter 571: Retribution Arrives
Lin Tian charged into the crowd, everyone wielding their weapons and slamming them onto him with no particular method, yet thoroughly enjoying the chaos.
Li Tianmu thought Lin Tian was a complete fool, recklessly diving into such a situation.
Initially, he thought this would be a brutal battle, but didn’t expect it to be so easy.
He could already envision himself being famous throughout Great South City.
Of course, all of this was being recorded by Liou Qingcheng.
Everyone’s faces, including Li Tianmu, Liu Chan, and Wang Sicong, were captured clearly.
Seeing this, Zhou Mi became anxious, wanting to rush forward to help Lin Tian, but there were two Tibetan Mastiffs at the entrance... she didn’t dare to go over.
Previously, she only managed to sneak in when the Tibetan Mastiffs were asleep. Afterward, the sound of Li Tianmu and the others smashing the locks woke them up.
Moreover, with the Tibetan Mastiffs barking wildly now, she didn’t dare to take a step forward out of fear.
So, she could only shout from where she stood, "Lin Tian! You big fool! Fight back!"
In truth, Lin Tian, amidst the crowd, wasn’t hurt at all. He used Spiritual Qi to protect his body. Every time someone tried to hit him, he employed Tai Chi moves like ’Wild Horse Splitting Mane,’ ’Strumming the Lute,’ and ’Embrace the Sparrow’s Tail.’
These would deflect the strikes with a skillful force, causing them to hit others instead.
The sounds of chaos echoed everywhere. It wasn’t clear who was hitting whom.
Suddenly, someone shouted, "Who the hell are you hitting? Are you blind?"
"Tianmu! Don’t hit me! You’re hitting the wrong person!... Why are you still hitting!"
"Damn it, who kicked me in the balls? Stop kicking!... I’m telling you again, stop kicking!"
Liu Chan nearly cried as he staggered out of the crowd fight. A few days ago, Liou Qingcheng had kicked him hard in the groin, and it almost shattered. After two days of recovery, he felt slightly better, but something hard hit him three times again just now.
He had a strong premonition that it was shattered this time! Otherwise, it wouldn’t hurt so much!
What infuriated him the most was that he didn’t know who hit him! The fight was too... too chaotic!
Wang Sicong didn’t have it any better; his left leg had been severely battered by Lin Tian a few days ago and wasn’t fully healed. Just now, something hit him hard again. Now the old injury flared up, causing him to grimace in pain and scream louder than the Tibetan Mastiffs.
Gradually, people withdrew because their bodies were covered in bruises, whether on their legs or other body parts.
Anyway, none of them were uninjured, except for Lin Tian, who remained unscathed.
The slowest to retreat were two people, one holding a flowerpot and the other being Li Tianmu. The latter was crazed, desperate for fame, and didn’t back down even when covered in wounds.
It wasn’t until Lin Tian snatched the flowerpot from the henchman that Li Tianmu realized the danger and started retreating.
But by then, it was too late, as the flowerpot had already been upturned.
The flipped flowerpot contained soil and an orchid, now all dumped onto Li Tianmu’s head.
It hit him so hard that he saw stars, with a wilted orchid hanging in front of his nose, his entire face and body covered in dirt, making him a complete mess, unlike his former charming self known on campus.
Of course, this was somewhat fortunate because if Lin Tian had directly smashed him with the flowerpot, he might have been bleeding profusely by now.
Then, Lin Tian kicked him hard in the stomach, sending him flying.
Li Tianmu’s body traced an ’elegant’ parabolic arc in the air, landing heavily beside one of the Tibetan Mastiffs. The back of his head lay in a pile of dog feces.
The Mastiff’s head was still bleeding, the one injured earlier by Li Tianmu.
"Roar!"
With a thunderous roar, a Tibetan Mastiff lunged at Li Tianmu through the air. The iron chain tautened instantly. Its gaping jaws, with rows of sharp teeth, viciously aimed at Li Tianmu’s calf.
"Ah!" Li Tianmu’s miserable screams echoed in the old courtyard, his handsome features twisted in agony.
The mere thought of such pain was enough to instill fear.
Although this scene was gruesome, Zhou Mi found it deeply satisfying to watch!
Li Tianmu had never anticipated his comeuppance would arrive so quickly. With just one bite, the Mastiff’s rows of sharp teeth sunk into his muscles, piercing his artery.
A leg artery bite is a major arterial injury, sure to cause severe bleeding.
Just like Li Tianmu now, blood sprayed from his leg, shooting far.
This bleeding was rapid, easily causing acute blood loss.
If the blood loss exceeds twenty percent of the body’s volume, shock occurs. If it exceeds forty percent, life is in danger. At this point, one could even call the family to ask if the coffin lid should be a flip-top or sliding one.
Li Tianmu studied medicine; he was a top student, which is why he became the student council president. He understood his situation well, trying to remain calm, and shouted, "Help me!"
The crowd exchanged glances and then rushed to pull Li Tianmu out.
Li Tianmu also tried to roll over and stand up, but the blood-drunk Mastiff was in a frenzy and wouldn’t let him off so easily.
Its heavy forepaws pinned his groin, rendering Li Tianmu immobile, powerless to fight back.
By this time, the disorganized crowd had arrived. Although they saw the Mastiff’s chain taut, they still felt a deep apprehension, fearing the chain might snap, leaving their leg arteries as vulnerable targets too.
The crowd dared only to grab both of Li Tianmu’s hands. With considerable effort, they managed to pull him out.
This process was extremely difficult. They couldn’t understand how just a dog had such strength, nearly biting off Li Tianmu’s entire leg.
The Tibetan Mastiff still seemed unsatisfied, barking wildly. Regardless of the chain’s restraint, it lunged at the crowd.
The two chains clanked continuously, creating an alarming sound that seemed ready to break any second, making everyone feel uneasy.
The chaotic crowd carried Li Tianmu to a corner of the courtyard to staunch his bleeding.
Being medical students, they knew how to perform simple bleeding control.
One person removed their belt and fastened it 5-10 centimeters above the wound, tightening it as much as possible.
At this point, they couldn’t worry about Li Tianmu’s leg blood circulation; just stopping him from bleeding to death was fortunate enough.
Then, they took off their t-shirts, layer after layer, wrapping them around Li Tianmu’s wound for a simple bandage.