"Thud!"
Wang Maolin was kicked behind the knee, suddenly knelt on the ground, and didn't dare to resist at all, because there were two guns pressed against his head.
His assistants and bodyguards were all subdued, either kneeling or lying on the ground with their hands raised high, like a bunch of toads, but no one dared to move.
There were worse cases, like Jiang Hao who took a bullet in the kneecap and was pressed down on the ground. A woman dressed in combat attire stepped on Jiang Hao's face with her boot, relentlessly pressing down on that chopstick.
"Ah ah..."
Jiang Hao screamed in pain, yet dared not struggle, but it was too painful, he could not bear it.
"Misunderstanding, misunderstanding..."
