Zhang Meng, with four brothers covered in various injuries, scrambled and rolled out of the teahouse, reached the car, and sped off with a slam on the gas.
Because his right hand was dislocated, he could only use his left hand to fish out his phone and dial a number.
"How's the situation?" came Dong Xuan's anxious voice from the other end of the line.
"Damn it, are you trying to get us all killed? That guy was so tough, why didn't you fucking tell us? We nearly left our lives there." Zhang Meng cursed furiously.
"What, even you guys couldn't take him down?" Dong Xuan exclaimed in shock.
"Damn it, don't talk about just a few of us, even ten times more wouldn't be enough to touch him; that guy is the strongest I've ever seen in my life. If you still want someone to take him out, you'll need to find someone with a gun. Those with melee weapons are on a one-way ticket to death," Zhang Meng raged.
"Is a former soldier really that formidable?" Dong Xuan asked, not quite believing.
