The scene became a bit chaotic for a moment as the spectators, worried about getting accidentally injured, scattered in all directions. The old man, enduring the pain, held onto his grandson, wanting to leave.
"I surrender, Boss save me!" The black man looked behind Tang Zheng with an elated expression, and then suddenly made a move to snatch the gun, tilting his head away from the muzzle, and thrusting his knee up towards Tang Zheng's abdomen.
The black man's expression of fear was an act; with three lives taken and ten years in prison under his belt, how could he be intimidated by such a minor scene? He distracted Tang Zheng with his words and then attacked ruthlessly.
Tang Zheng wasn't affected at all; his knee shot up, clashing directly with the oncoming force.
Boom, the black man felt like he had hit a steel plate; his knee might have shattered, the excruciating pain shot up his spine, but he gritted his teeth and struck with his knee again.