Zhang Yang didn't need to look to know that the wrist of the guy named Xiao Lin was, at the very least, fractured. He had smashed it with a beer bottle earlier.
After the police had confirmed the injury briefly, they gathered everyone to head downstairs to the station for statements.
At this moment, two Iveco vans peeled into the entrance, followed by a group of thugs in their thirties.
Compared to the young guys brought by Brother Ma, the people coming out of the Iveco were of much higher quality. You could tell they had different vibes — big bald heads, scars on their foreheads, white gloves on their hands. They got out and opened the trunk to distribute pickaxe handles.
In this scenario, the police and the people called by Brother Ma ran into each other on the first floor.
This group reacted swiftly. As soon as they saw the police, they turned around without a word of nonsense and left.
"Hey, they really brought people! These guys look like they're something!"
