"As long as the money is in place, everything is easy to handle."
Ghost Brother spat out the half-smoked cigarette from his mouth and said to the few henchmen he brought along, "Guys, loosen up the kid's bones."
The men got off their motorcycles, and perhaps having heard Fatty Tiger's description of Jiang Xiaobai's formidable fighting ability, they came prepared, brimming with aggression.
Logically, Jiang Xiaobai should have taken off by now, making use of his familiarity with the terrain of Nanwan Village to find a place to hide. But Jiang Xiaobai didn't run away; instead, he stood his ground without moving, waiting for the three men to surround him.
The three men were distinctive—one was bald, one had dyed yellow hair, and another sported purple hair. The weapons they held were equally varied: one had an iron rod, another wielded a shiv, and the last had Fist Stabbing.
"Start, beat him crippled."
Ghost Brother, sitting on his motorcycle, ordered indifferently.
