The footsteps were soft, Old Xu walked silently, once again smoothly approaching behind one of the two thugs in the living room.
Settled, Old Xu did not rush to act. After carefully confirming that the thug opposite was sound asleep, he swiftly took action.
The right arm encircled, Old Xu exerted force to pull the thug lying supine on the bench outward, and as the thug awoke in astonishment, his left palm quickly followed, like a giant fan firmly covering the thug's mouth.
The thug tried to make a sound, but Old Xu's arm muscles continued to swell like a giant clamp on the thug's throat, causing his cheeks to redden further, and the obstructed breathing led to the thug's chest rising and falling.
At the critical moment between life and death, the thug also erupted with his last bit of potential, his hands incessantly grabbing the bulging arm restraining his neck.
