"Cough, cough... Who are you?"
Dirk Carter stood up, covering his mouth and nose, and assumed a stance.
The man at the front, who had just swung a stick, sneered and said, "Mayor Carter, we're just small fry, who we are isn't important. What matters is that you won't get out today."
"You know who I am, so it seems you've come prepared?"
Dirk Carter asked.
The man continued, "Originally, we didn't plan to take your life, Mayor Carter. But since you love to meddle so much, we can't be blamed for this. Go!"
With that.
He gave the order.
Four men simultaneously moved, rushing towards Dirk Carter.
Two fists cannot fend off four hands.
Especially since Dirk Carter's situation is precarious.
The opponents were wearing gas masks, and had weapons.
Meanwhile, Dirk Carter not only had smoke invading his nose and eyes, but also had to protect the old man.
In just two or three rounds.
Dirk Carter was struck continuously on the back and thigh.
