As soon as Lei Tong succeeded, Old Xu immediately followed up, bending down and lifting the young boy from the ground with one arm.
Seeing Old Xu snatch the boy, a thug suddenly realized and charged forward with a knife, but Old Xu was not someone to be trifled with. Without turning his head or moving his body, he skillfully flicked the Tiger's Fang from his wrist.
The sharp Tiger's Fang glinted coldly as it sliced through the air, directly cutting open the thug's throat.
Damn, the sudden gaping wound gushed blood, the thug's twisted face desperately trying to scream, but his shredded throat was incapable of making any sound. He could only wait silently for death to arrive.
"Retreat! Lei Tong!"
On command, Lei Tong turned around, his burly body resembling a fully-powered armored vehicle.
He charged a few steps forward, crashing into the obstructing thugs behind him like barren trees in a forest.
Using the path Lei Tong cleared, Old Xu sprinted outward.
