"More than twenty people, all armed. You're telling me you're mere robbers? Are you kidding me?" The man standing behind him sneered.
This scale was not a robbery but a blatant assassination.
"Don't speak anymore. They know who we are," the woman said to Q.
Q turned his head to look at Tong Pei in disbelief. The next second, he felt a sharp pain in his arm. His face was pressed down onto the ground.
This person's kung fu was really impressive. With just a gentle twist, he had dislocated his entire arm.
"How did you know?" Q asked in pain.
"You can't hide your petty tricks from me. Tell me, why did the Stuttgarts send you here?" Tong Pei grabbed Q's collar and pulled out a section of his shirt from his clothes.
There was a special logo embroidered on the shirt: a red flame lit up a green olive branch with a few stars in the middle.
It was the emblem of the Stuttgart family.
