Chapter 127 I'm Not Joking

Seeing this situation, Zhao Tiezhu could no longer maintain his composure, no matter how many rough seas he'd weathered.

A single individual, faced with five or six young thugs around twenty years old, seemed to effortlessly knock them all down as if practicing Tai Chi.

Faced with a bald man wielding a knife, he remained calm and seemingly unafraid.

It was simple and brutal—a punch and a kick, leaving the bald man with no chance to react.

Watching the bald man and his few underlings writhing in pain on the ground, unable to get up, Zhao Tiezhu cautiously asked, "Xiaofan, should we... take them to the hospital?"

The reason Zhao Tiezhu had told the bald man that Zhang Xiaofan was his brother was precisely to take this risk and owe him a favor.

That way, it would be easier to negotiate later on.

Moreover, Zhao Tiezhu had always been irked by the bald man.

Little did he know Zhang Xiaofan would fight back against them, making the subsequent situation extremely troublesome.