At the entrance of a small restaurant in Da Wang Village.
Of the six or seven people in the third wave attacking Dong Xuebin, two were knocked down by him in the blink of an eye. Together with the previous three, Dong Xuebin had crippled five people in just two or three minutes, with speed too fast to react to. He had struck ruthlessly, inflicting injuries that would keep them off their feet for at least a month or two. Dong Xuebin himself, meanwhile, had not suffered a single injury. None of them had even touched the corner of his clothes.
Shan Dabing, whose legs had been broken, howled himself hoarse as he rolled around on the ground from side to side, the muscles in his face twitching from the pain. "Get him! Kill him!"
The little thugs were riled up, waving clubs and other weapons as they charged forward again.
Dong Xuebin was getting tired, but he could still barely hold on. Ever since that training session at the National Security Party School, he had consciously begun exercising. Seeing another five people coming at him, Dong Xuebin quickly ran diagonally to one side, trying to ensure he only had to face one person. Whoosh—the lead thug's Small Knife was already slashing at him. Beside him, the second man had raised his club over his head. Dong Xuebin hurriedly dodged, barely avoiding the blade, but the club struck him in the neck, instantly making his head spin. Then a ripping pain came from his arm. Looking down, he saw a sharp dagger embedded in his forearm.
Seeing that they had succeeded, the little thugs burst into laughter.
Dong Xuebin snapped. Back four seconds.
The scene abruptly changed. The lead thug was raising his knife and chopping toward him.
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