A cold, rotting orange entered Li Huowang's mouth. Besides the peculiar, foul taste of decay, there was also a distinctive mustiness.
But Li Huowang, pushed to the extreme of hunger, couldn't care less. Right now, this orange was more important to him than any delicacy.
After swallowing the rotten orange, Li Huowang felt slightly better. He suddenly stood up and shouted anxiously into the pouring rain, "Patriarch Bai! Don't be afraid! I'm just having an episode! I'm sick, I'm really sick!"
A middle-aged man holding an umbrella saw the disheveled Li Huowang and quickly dragged his wife away in fear.
The reaction of others was the same; the street, which was already sparse due to the rain, cleared out at once.
Li Huowang utterly ignored these changes because he knew the situation back in reality was extremely urgent.
There, he was like pork on a chopping block, and he had to figure out a way to save his own life.
