"Ah! It hurts so damn much, you lunatics, what gives you the right to beat Laozi? Let me go, or I'll have The Emperor kill you all!"
After being given a savage beating by the crowd, Zhao Yin let out wails like ghosts and wolves. His originally gaunt face swelled up like a steamed bun in an instant, and his eyes were reduced to narrow slits.
"Oh, wow, you're at death's door and you still dare threaten us here?" The crowd was enraged and started laying into him again with a crackle and pop of blows.
In the end, they only stopped when Zhao Yin was on his last breath.
The Old Shopkeeper, afraid they'd beat him to death, had long wanted to step in and stop them. But he was old and frail; several times, just as he got close, the furious commoners shoved him back out, leaving him no choice but to watch Zhao Yin get beaten with his eyes wide open.
