At that moment, Li Xiaoqiang, whose hands and feet had been bound, now had his arms crossed in front of his chest.
Seeing this, the sleazy middle-aged man flashed a look of surprise in his eyes and then frowned, "How did you tie him up just now? Damn it, let's deal with this guy first."
When Li Xiaoqiang saw five men approaching him, he smiled and said, "Guys, can't we talk this over nicely? There's no need for violence, right? Since you guys are into women, I don't mean anything else, just count me in too."
They certainly understood what Li Xiaoqiang meant.
The sleazy middle-aged man glared at Li Xiaoqiang and said coldly, "Since you want to play with women, go to Hell then."
As he spoke, he thrust the dagger in his hand directly at Li Xiaoqiang. When Li Xiaoqiang saw the dagger coming towards him, he charged at the man as well, but when Li Xiaoqiang had just grabbed the man's arm, he was slightly shocked, "How can a businessman's palm have so many calluses?"
