"Let me go!." Heng Bingwen snarled in the direction of the group of men at a distance. However, they totally ignored him and continued to smoke. He fell silent. With solemn expressions, he analyzed them for a while listening to their conversation. They were burly, dressed totally like scoundrels having tattoos running up their arms. "My father could have hired better people to detain me. These are clearly some uneducated rogues. I wonder if anyone of them even possesses a gun."
He struggled to get free. Under ceaseless efforts, he finally managed to loosen the ropes around his wrists. His struggles before had gathered their attention. So after he successfully loosened the ropes, he dropped his head low. For a while, he remained motionless.
