The middle-aged black intermediary staggered back several steps, his face void of color.
Large beads of cold sweat dampened his spine as he stared at the bent and broken baseball bat in his hand, unable to believe this was real.
Thump!
The others watched the scene, one by one, swallowing nervously.
"Big brother, I told you this kid didn't even blink an eye, a tough nut to crack, and I was right, wasn't I?"
"Could his arm be made of iron? I mean, such a hard baseball bat hit it and his arm's fine, yet the bat's broken."
Amidst the astonishment, Li Nan's eyes nearly popped out.
He had regretted it like death when he saw the baseball bat smash onto Zhang Xiaowei's arm.
After all, Zhang Xiaowei was here to help him retrieve his ID card, and paying with an arm would have been a terrible deal.
But the outcome was unexpected.
Zhang Xiaowei's arm was unharmed; instead, the baseball bat was the one that had broken.
Whew.
