"Quick, chase him, don't let that kid get away!" Zhang Long shouted tearfully.
Although three or four people were tricked, there were still three thugs who weren't fooled, and they chased after him immediately.
Zhao Bing was running ahead, with the few hooligans aggressively pursuing. Even though several pedestrians saw this scene, they all dodged to the side, trembling with fear as they watched.
"Take this!" Seeing that the group of thugs were catching up, Zhao Bing's hand reached into his backpack again, and then he suddenly made a throwing motion!
"Close your eyes!" The three thugs quickly shut their eyes.
But the expected chili powder didn't appear, and when they opened their eyes, Zhao Bing had once again pulled away.
"Goddamn it, he dares to bluff us, he's practically asking for death!" one of the thugs yelled angrily, feeling that his intelligence had been insulted.
Zhao Bing was wearing a work suit, which made it actually quite difficult to run.
