Meng Yifan and I took Pan Xiaorou and An Ning to the car.
Only then did we turn back to check on Song Xiaotian.
Song Xiaotian was certainly formidable, but they outnumbered him and had knives. We were still afraid something might happen to him.
But we had clearly worried for nothing.
From a distance, we could already hear crying and howling.
When we got there, we were dumbfounded.
Song Xiaotian stood there with a cigarette in his mouth, striking anyone who tried to get up and run with his club.
And those blows were no warnings. Apart from avoiding their heads, he showed no mercy wherever he struck.
Not one of them was still standing. They had either broken legs or broken arms. One was even worse off: his lower leg bent forward at a ninety-degree angle, and he had already passed out.
"Get up. Get up. Weren't you going to hack me to death?"
Song Xiaotian grabbed a man covered in blood. Only after taking a closer look did I recognize Four-Eyed Kid.
Four-Eyed Kid was worse off than all the others. Both his legs were crippled.
He looked at Song Xiaotian in terror, trying to prostrate himself on the ground and beg for mercy.
But Song Xiaotian's temper had flared. As though possessed, he paid no heed and kicked him right in the face.
Four-Eyed Kid convulsed from the kick, white foam spilling constantly from his mouth.
Seeing Song Xiaotian about to stomp on his head, I rushed over and pulled him away.
"Man, another stomp and you'll kill him!"
Meng Yifan hurried over too and pressed the spot between Four-Eyed Kid's nose and upper lip.
These men deserved to die, but we were still afraid of someone actually getting killed.
I didn't see Assistant He among