Miss Lili added, "Since we can defeat you with firearms, why on earth would we choose to confront you with cold steel?"
Yu Lan smiled. "Fatso, you're at death's door. Just surrender."
"All I have to do is gently squeeze the trigger on this rocket launcher," Xuelian cackled, "and one rocket will be enough to blow you to smithereens."
The assistant, looking fierce, fixed a bayonet to his Type 38 rifle. "This Type 38 isn't just for show. It has an effective range of 800 meters. One shot is all I need to punch right through you."
Hearing this from Zhao Rong and his companions, the fat man was so scared he wet his pants. He immediately dropped the Guan Dao, fell to his knees, and began begging for mercy.
"Big brother, big sisters, I beg you, please spare me…
"I used to be a butcher at a nearby slaughterhouse, but the pay was just too low. I couldn't afford to provide for my three children, so I took this part-time job as a temp enforcer here in Badatu Alley after my shifts.
