"This is illegal crime! Aren't you afraid of being punished by the law?"
Backed into the alley by five men with guns and demanded to hand over his gear under threat, Wang Zhifan wasn't flustered at all. Instead, he spoke with the righteousness of a fresh graduate, saying things that sounded correct but were utterly useless in the current situation.
"Law? Punishment? Are you pretending to be stupid or are you really stupid? You're going to make me die of laughter!"
The thirty-something man with a fierce look in his eyes was immediately amused by Wang Zhifan's words. His four followers, pointing their guns at Wang Zhifan from front and back, burst into unrestrained laughter, mocking Wang Zhifan for being such a wooden, comical character even when cornered.
"Iron Head, break one of his legs! Let him wake up a bit!"
