Dragon Three also took the initiative to attack, swung a knife which was dodged, lunged forward, extended his foot, and thrust with the knife, but it was also dodged. However, at this moment Dragon Three had already moved into the middle of the crowd, into effective attack range, and with a quick move of his foot, he pushed one person down, then held the knife in reverse with the back forward, and cracked a few people's skulls.
In just two rounds, Brother Wang's men were all down, rolling on the ground in pain, yet there was no bloodshed.
This shows the precision of Song Xiaodong and Dragon Three's actions.
When the underlings don't bleed, the boss must.
Dragon Three stepped over the people, grabbed Brother Wang who hadn't gotten up yet.
"Ten thousand yuan per cut, right?" Song Xiaodong asked Brother Wang.
"Do you dare to mess with me? My uncle is—" Before Brother Wang could reveal his backing, Song Xiaodong stomped on Brother Wang's chest, forcing him to kneel down.
