White Crane struggled and shouted, "What do you want? Let me go! Let me go!"
"Behave yourself and don't move!"
His struggle was exchanged for a beating from the three criminals. He used the butt of the replica AK-47 in his hand to hit White Crane's back. Weaver roared angrily, "Let go of my friend, let go of him! Mphm…"
A young man revealed a strange and fierce smile. His eyes were clearly beautiful, like the light blue of the sky at this moment. However, the actions he did were so fierce that they destroyed the clarity in his eyes.
He used the muzzle of his gun to hit Weaver's abdomen. It wasn't just once. He hit Weaver again and again. "Shut up, disgusting fellow!"
He spoke fiercely in the local language. Weaver arched his back and let out a pained sound before retracting his hand reluctantly. A middle-aged man with a long beard beside him laughed and patted the young man's shoulder. He muttered a few words and took out a handful of money and handed it to the young man.
