One of the men gritted his teeth, trying to calm himself down, then sneered at John and his companions.
"Don't forget you're outsiders here too. Our boss has powerful backers in this place, and if you dare do such things, you'll have to face the consequences."
"This is near the station; just one shout and the patrol will surely come."
Though he said this, his legs were trembling uncontrollably, clearly terrified.
Dark Fox heard this and chuckled softly, looking at him as if he were a fool.
"You also know this is near the station, yet you dared to attack us. Doesn't that prove that there really isn't anyone around? Or maybe those people already know what you do and thus don't pay much attention to this area."
The thug with yellow hair continued to wail on the ground, constantly thinking of a way to escape.
After all, with the advanced medical technology available, as long as he could leave with his severed hand, it could surely be reattached.
