Chapter 1389: The Assassin
Li Bai toyed with a three-inch-long, slender dart in his hand. He paid no attention to these pretty boys who were all bark and no bite, instead turning his gaze toward someone in the distance. Pointing at him, he said, "Stop that guy in the white robe with the walking stick."
"Whose blow dart is that?"
The old town chief had some experience and recognized what the three-inch dart was. He immediately understood, then shouted furiously, "Catch that guy! You in the white robe with the walking stick, stop! Grab him!"
How dare anyone commit a crime on his turf!
The tip of the blow dart had a faint, oily black sheen. It was clearly poisoned—poison meant to kill!
That was no different from slapping him in the face. And the one who'd been ambushed was none other than his wealthy patron, Li Bai. The town chief was so terrified he nearly lost his wits.
In the crowd, a man dressed in a white robe and carrying a short walking stick suddenly took off, bolting away like a rabbit.
Somalis were somewhat different from other African peoples. As if blessed by heaven, most were born basketball players: tall, long-legged, able to run and jump. Once they got up to speed, others might not be able to catch them.
The man in the white robe had long legs, but so did everyone else. A pack of track-and-field athletes chasing another track-and-field athlete—well, the outcome was obvious.
Less than half a minute after the town chief yelled, the man was beaten into a limp heap and dragged back.
The sudden commotion left the Chinese people pinned to the ground bewildered. What the heck was going on now?!
"Good job!"
Li Bai applauded.
Getting these dark-skinned locals to do