While two policemen outside the vehicle were caught up, the African American attendant inside, who had taken out handcuffs, found it hard to stand by. He didn't understand why Li Ang, an animal trapped in a snare, could still be so brazen.
Seeing Li Ang uncooperative, he lifted his arm and aimed an elbow strike at Li Ang's head, wanting to teach him a lesson.
His speed was fast, but regrettably, Li Ang's speed was even faster. The moment he lifted his elbow, Li Ang had already landed a piercing punch on his ribs. Judging by the degree of indentation in his body, the ribs were certainly broken, and not just one.
The attendant to Li Ang's right hadn't expected his teammate to strike at that moment, but what he expected even less was Li Ang's even more decisive counterattack.
He truly couldn't understand—did this Asian youth plan to take on all eight of them with just one hand?
