"Jim, you've already hit me; how dare you threaten me?" Alfa braced his hand on the ground, trying to stand up, but Jim suddenly kicked him again and yelled, "How dare you try to get up?"
After shouting, Jim leaned down and whispered, "If I were you, I'd just play dead here until the ambulance comes. Otherwise, I'm afraid that as soon as you get up, you'll mysteriously drop dead."
"What?" Alfa was baffled by Jim's strange words. He naturally resented Jim for suddenly turning on him and hitting him, but it seemed Jim had his reasons; he had no choice but to do this.
"Damn it, just lie there, you piece of trash!" Jim spat, wiping his hand on Alfa's clothes. He scanned the area and finally relaxed after seeing all Alfa's men lying on the ground. He then called to his subordinates, "Let's go!"
