Nie Jianhua wiped the blood from his nose, retrieved his bicycle, and rushed to join the group. He prayed to all the gods for protection. As for the old man with a thigh injury a few meters behind him, Nie didn't bother to inquire.
"Jianhua, help me." The old man was just laughing and chatting with Nie Jianhua, but when trouble came, not even a word of politeness was spoken.
"He begged for mercy. You shouldn't have killed him!" Dong Zixuan had a strong sense of justice and was somewhat dissatisfied with Tang Zheng killing the third black man.
"You expect the court to punish him?" Tang Zheng glared at Dong Zixuan. "If he truly meant his pleas, he would have dropped his weapons. I don't want to get shot in the back."
"He might have just forgotten," Dong Zixuan said, unaccustomed to Tang Zheng's disdain for life.
