The sudden turn of events caught Zhang Xiaobei completely off guard.
"Bro Xiaobei, what's going on? Who the hell are these bastards?" At this moment, Cao Chusheng, holding a bloodstained wooden club in his hand, pointed at Han Yungang lying on the ground and asked.
Seeing that it was Cao Chusheng who had struck the blow, Zhang Xiaobei's heart sank.
He knew his childhood friend all too well: Cao Chusheng fought ruthlessly, without regard for consequences and without holding back. If he had killed someone with that bat or left them in a vegetative state, they'd be in big trouble.
Zhang Xiaobei didn't even have time to explain; he quickly ran to Han Yungang, knelt down, and started to inspect him carefully.
Fortunately, the hit hadn't caused any serious damage; it had just knocked Han Yungang unconscious.
"Bro Xiaobei, why are you so nervous? I only used 30% of my strength, relax, he's not gonna die!" Cao Chusheng said brazenly, hoisting the club on his shoulder.
