When slaughtering a pig for the New Year, it can take several men to hold it down.
Right now, Brother Fei was like that pig waiting for the slaughter.
He was over six feet tall, with a brawny, thick-waisted build. He clearly worked out often; his shoulders were as thick as a normal person's calves.
Qu Guofeng had him in a cross armbar and his legs were pinned, but he was still struggling with all his might.
The exertion turned his face beet red. He clenched his jaw, his eyes bulged, and he kicked wildly at the ground, trying to shake off the man holding his legs.
When another officer piled on, he tried to headbutt them.
He missed, then opened his mouth to bite.
In the end, it took several more men piling on top of him to finally get him under control.
Qu Guofeng forced him onto his stomach. One officer pinned his head to the ground while Qu Guofeng himself knelt on his back, trying to wrench his arms behind him.
The man's arms would barely budge.
