Dong Xuebin's confrontation with the driver lasted only a little over ten seconds.
Fast.
Too fast.
Before most people even understood what was happening, the driver had already been kicked to the ground by Dong Xuebin and smashed with a large rock until he could no longer get back up.
"Old Zheng?" The dark-skinned female tour guide stared at him in shock, completely unable to accept this reality. Fights were practically commonplace in their line of work. In every previous clash, Old Zheng had never let her down. Forget one-on-one—even one against three had never been a problem. But what was going on today? How had Old Zheng become so helpless? Was that kid really that good at fighting?
Once everyone came to their senses, Sister Cao was the first to shout, "Good! Beat him to death! Beat him to death!"
Dong Xuebin did not pause at all. He lunged forward and viciously kicked the driver's injured leg again.
The driver screamed, his face twisted with fury as he lay on the ground and wildly kicked with his other foot without any aim.
Dong Xuebin stepped back to dodge, then seized the right moment, raised his foot, and stomped down on the man's ankle with a thud, seeming to crush the bone.
"Ah!" A heart-rending scream burst from the driver's throat.
One kick.
Two kicks.
Three kicks.
Dong Xuebin kicked him while cursing, "Weren't you tough? Didn't you pull my Aunt Xuan's hair? Go on, pull it! Pull it again and let me see! Fuck your grandpa! I'll beat the hell out of you!" Dong Xuebin's hatred erupted in an instant. Most of his kicks landed on the driver's left hand, the hand that had grabbed Aunt Xuan's hair. After five or six kicks, the driver finally failed to dodge