Three large Vietnamese men had surrounded Gu'er and the other two. Qu Shui was hiding in a corner, his heart pounding with anxiety and fear. He didn't run, but he didn't dare step forward either; he knew he was no match for them.
The Vietnamese men spat out a few sentences. Dingzi understood them. Not only were they not afraid, but the confrontation seemed to have ignited a wildness within them. They wanted to beat him and Li Zhi down, stomp them into the ground, and watch them lie there wailing in agony. Only then would they feel satisfied, a sense of accomplishment.
But Dingzi wouldn't translate those words for Li Zhi or Gu'er.
He wasn't afraid of these three Vietnamese men. In an open space, he could have handled all three by himself. The problem was that the shop was small, and Gu'er was right behind him. She was a young woman with no way to defend herself, and if anything happened to her during the fight, his conscience would never be clear.
