The man's fate naturally needs no elaboration.
Amidst the sneering laughter and jeers, after being beaten to a pulp, they strung him up behind the horse and dragged him back—all the while, he let out screams like a tenor in agony.
It's likely he wouldn't make it back alive.
Even if he could be dragged back to the gambling den's doorstep, chances were he would only have a breath left in him.
The pool of blood on the ground would naturally go unattended. This seemed to indicate, tangentially, the origin of the bloodiness here.
And Annan and Isaac simply walked down the street—on their way to the Yawen Temple.
Annan couldn't help but ask, "Have you seen someone like that before?"
He always felt that Isaac's reaction was a bit strange.
It seemed less like the indifference of an onlooker and more like the feeling of watching someone who had wronged oneself get their comeuppance.
But clearly, Isaac couldn't have known that middle-aged man.
