"Kid, I told you you'd get what's coming to you, and now's the time to deliver. A country bumpkin like you trying to fight with me, Grandpa Guo? Today, if I don't beat you till you call me granddad, I'll take your last name..." Guo Biao proudly pointed at Wang Xiaoqiang with his police baton.
Wang Xiaoqiang stood fearless, sneering contemptuously, "Scum like you, I'd be ashamed to share a last name with you..."
"Looking for death!" Guo Biao, viciousness written all over his face, yelled as he lunged towards Wang Xiaoqiang, smashing the police baton towards his shoulder.
Zhang Hai and Wang Ming, who had been observing the interrogation, had anticipated this move; thus, not only did they show no surprise, but they also did nothing to stop it, instead crossing their arms and watching Wang Xiaoqiang with schadenfreude, while Hua Tianlong and his two companions looked on with excitement and thrill, seemingly eager to beat Wang Xiaoqiang with the baton themselves.
