Those Mexican youths were harassing the girls not far from Jiang Hao, only twenty or thirty meters away. He could hear their conversation clearly.
Jiang Hao had not originally intended to interfere. He was no saint, nor was he out to right every wrong in the world. If there was any reason for him to act, it was because the two girls looked young, exceptionally beautiful, and nearly perfect in figure. Jiang Hao suspected they were models.
When the three thugs blocked the two girls again, Jiang Hao suddenly thought of something. He still had not figured out the matter of Sin Value, so why not use these guys for an experiment?
Jiang Hao did not even stand up. He grabbed the coconut juice from the low table beside him and hurled it with all his strength.
Green coconuts were heavy, each weighing two or three pounds, and extremely hard. With the force Jiang Hao put into the throw, it shot out like a cannonball.
Jiang Hao possessed the skill of "Shooting" and had a profound understanding of the art. The coconut struck one of the thugs squarely on the head.
"Smack!"
The guy hit by the coconut slammed face-first into the sand and immediately passed out.
The remaining two youths were startled and looked toward the person who had thrown it. They saw a burly man rise from a lounge chair in the rest area twenty or thirty meters away. Bald, with a large chin, sunglasses, an open floral shirt, and solid abs on display.
The man slowly walked toward them, muttering, "I was just thinking of testing this Sin Value thing, and you guys came right over. It's fate. Even God can't stop it."
The two Mexican youths glared viciously at Jiang Hao. One of them pulled out