"Ouch, my arm is broken!"
"My nose is crushed, I can't breathe!"
"My legs are numb! I need a doctor!"
In just a few minutes, the thugs who had tried to cause trouble for Su Xuan were all on the ground, wailing incessantly.
"Brother Su, are you alright?" Feng Ergen asked, dropping the iron pipe with a CLANG and walking over to Su Xuan.
He hadn't been fleeing earlier; he had just run back to get his co-workers. The men who had helped in the fight were all his co-workers. They were also from the same hometown, so when he asked them for help, they didn't utter a single word of complaint.
"Not a scratch on me. Thanks for the help, Brother Feng," Su Xuan said gratefully.
