Everyone scattered.
They went back to whatever they had been doing.
Under the attack of seven or eight clubs just now, Dong Xuebin had long since been smashed to the ground. He lay there without moving, as if dead.
Everyone thought so, which was why they turned and left.
But one little thug had not left, because he discovered something shocking. The moment his club was grabbed, he panicked and wanted to shout and warn the others. But before he could get the words out, Dong Xuebin, who had been "dead" on the ground, suddenly yanked and twisted, snatching the club into his own hand. With a swing, he smashed it into the man's head with a bang. The thug's scream cut off abruptly as he crashed headfirst to the ground, his legs twitching and his hands shaking before he never got back up.
"Hmm?"
"Who shouted?"
"What happened?"
Everyone froze and turned around.
Then they saw a scene they would never forget for the rest of their lives. Dong Xuebin, lying in a pool of blood, braced an arm against the ground and slowly climbed to his feet!
One second...
Two seconds...
Three seconds...
The scene was dead silent!
Everyone was dumbfounded!
He wasn't dead! He actually wasn't dead!!
The leader sucked in a sharp breath. Even if they were beaten to death, they would never have imagined that Dong Xuebin had survived an attack that had split his head open. Not only had it not threatened his life, he had not even passed out. Instead, he had taken down one of their men!
Fuck!
What the hell was this guy??
He didn't die from that? He could still stand up after that??
The sight scared the hell out of the thugs!
Shen Xiaoyan and Shen Xiaomei nearly fainted