Brother Hong rushed out of the corrugated iron hut in just a few long strides.
The scene that greeted him was one of utter chaos.
Of the two men who had been holding Zhao Yuan down, one was lying in a pool of blood, his condition unknown. The other was pinned to the ground by Zhao Yuan's foot. Despite roaring and struggling desperately, it was completely useless. It was as if the weight on his body wasn't Zhao Yuan's foot, but a mountain weighing a million tons!
As for Knife Boy, the sharp machete he had been holding had somehow ended up in Zhao Yuan's hand.
Brother Hong's gang of thugs had surrounded Zhao Yuan, murderous glints in their eyes, ready to pounce at any moment.
Seeing Brother Hong walk out of the hut, Zhao Yuan even had the leisure to grin at him. "You must be Brother Hong, right? I have to say, you really picked the wrong guy to kidnap and rob!"
