Instantaneously, the car fell silent.
The black-clad men who had just woken up chose to feign unconsciousness again in tacit agreement.
The Black Man, who had been punched by Little Taotie, had already passed out defenselessly, and his face had a depression, clearly indicating that even the facial bones had cracked.
The mastermind sat silently in the corner.
The original intent to deceive the child vanished into thin air.
At this moment, he was as quiet as a wooden figure.
Little Taotie retracted his small fist, tilted his head to look at one person, then another, as if choosing the next target for his lesson.
One of the Black Men seemed unable to withstand the silent scrutiny, glancing open a slit of his eyes, then tightly shutting them again, his entire body trembling.
"Are you pretending to be unconscious?"
Little Taotie had already come by his side, squatting down, inquiring by his ear.
The man froze, followed by more intense trembling.
