He'd been hit!
Dong Xuebin had actually been struck with a stick!
How long had it been since this guy had taken a beating with a stick? Even he seemed unable to remember. He hadn't used BACK to dodge it at all. Instead, he grinned so chillingly that it raised goosebumps, rolling his neck and head as a long-lost thrill and excitement rose within him. He looked downright happy.
Fang Wenping came out with a dark expression. "Little Dong!"
The old officer shouted, "Get back here!"
Chief Zhu frowned as well, but he had expected something like this and said nothing.
Dong Xuebin raised a hand. "I'm fine. Big Sister Fang, go back inside." With so many people around, Dong Xuebin couldn't very well address Fang Wenping by her official title, so he called her Big Sister Fang instead. As for that blow, just as Dong Xuebin had said, he really was fine. Forget a little wooden stick—he'd taken iron rods, bullets, and even grenades before. What could this possibly do to him? Grenades hadn't killed him, and here he was, standing perfectly fine. What could possibly be wrong with him?
On the contrary, Dong Xuebin was delighted.
That stick had been a good hit! A great hit!
Now he had a perfectly legitimate reason to defend himself!
The civilians in the distance and the officers inside who wanted to come out but did not quite dare to join the excitement stared at Dong Xuebin's smiling face. They had no idea what the hell this guy was thinking. He'd been hit, yet he was this happy? Surrounded by so many people, yet he was still this pleased? Damn! Was there something wrong with his head?
Dong Xuebin laughed loudly. "Everyone saw that, right? You can all be my witnesses. I