"Useless! A bunch of useless bastards!! Four of you and you still couldn't handle one guy. All of you come back banged up!"
Zhang Kun was pissed! Staring at his boys in front of him, he was even more pissed!!
"Boss, you don't know, that foreigner's stick moves are insane! We swung crowbars at him, still couldn't keep up. Look at him—look at his shoulder, bet it's ruined!"
Zhang Kun frowned. The guy hurt the worst was still out cold, but peeling back his shirt and seeing that wound, even Zhang Kun felt a chill crawl down his spine.
"You, get him to the doc—" Zhang Kun waved his hand, then quickly changed his mind: "Wait! Not the one in town! Hop on your bike, go to the next town, don't get patched up here. If the doc asks, tell him it was a motorcycle accident, got it?"
"Got it, Boss!"
Zhang Kun had zero intention of using those two wax pellets he scored off that mystery dude... Shit like that, he figured, was wasted on his goons!
