Song Guanchao looked up, seeing two men wearing hats and masks, only their eyes visible, wearing black down jackets, about 1.75 meters tall.
He had ample time to react, retreat, and subdue the two men.
But he held back.
It wasn't until they were close and reached out to try to control him that he stepped back half a step.
The two men paused for a moment, seemingly cursing under their breath, then a fist came smashing toward his head.
Song Guanchao didn't retreat this time but dodged aside, using his shoulder to take the punch.
Tsk.
The punch had quite some force.
Taking the punch, Song Guanchao put up a nominal resistance, and both sides started to wrestle.
Within a few breaths, Song Guanchao's clothes were already torn, with scratches on his face.
"Damn! Why is he so difficult to handle?"
The two men were a bit surprised, thinking it would be simple, but even going together, they couldn't subdue him for several minutes.
