Four cars blocked the road on both sides, and five or six burly men dressed in black, wearing sunglasses, descended and began to surround Fox and An Xin.
When Kevin's men arrived, he clutched his still-bleeding nose and hysterically roared, "Go, kill him, kill him!"
Fox clenched his teeth, swung the metal dinner knife he was holding, and threw it.
"Crack!"
The blade struck, and one unlucky soul was hit in the face. The knife penetrated his forehead, his body turning into a pile of mush as he collapsed heavily to the ground.
"Let's go!" Seizing the moment, Fox grabbed An Xin's hand and ran forward as if his life depended on it.
"Chase them, kill them, kill them!" Kevin's face contorted, and he bellowed like a demon.
Just as they started their car to give chase, a Mercedes-Benz S600 shot towards them with lightning speed.
"Fox, An Xin, get in!" Wang Hao opened the car door and shouted at them urgently.
