At that moment, Zhou Hui was in a sorry state, with clear finger marks on her face and traces of blood at the corners of her mouth. Seeing Wang Dadong, she cried out instantly, "Brother Wang, run! Don't worry about me!"
The goateed Dong Yin man spoke a few more words.
"Mister says..." The traitor was about to step forward and translate, but he had barely spoken when Wang Dadong slapped him away.
"Fuck that, I can understand!" Wang Dadong didn't even glance at the traitor, whose numerous teeth had been knocked out by his slap, as he spoke to the Dong Yin man with the goatee in Dong Yin language: "Little devil, come at me with everything you've got, if I even frown, I'm no man."
"Very good, you are very brave." The man with the goatee nodded, then pulled a handgun from his bosom, positioned it against Zhou Hui's head, made her kneel on the ground, then gave a signal to two Dong Yin men.
