The scorpion's thugs looked at each other, finally gritting their teeth and saying, "We'll do it ourselves."
When their own people took action, they certainly were more measured and made sure to avoid vital spots, much better than Edmund's reckless beating.
"You guys are smart, but remember not to play any tricks, or it won't just be a leg." Edmund said coldly.
"We understand." The thugs nodded and then each found someone they were close with to strike each other.
In a moment, the ground was littered with bodies.
"Dear George, you've seen it all, this had nothing to do with us, your own people fought each other! I think when the cops come, you'll know how to answer, right?" Seeing the thugs all lying on the ground clutching their legs, Edmund walked over to George, placed the baseball bat on his head, and said with a smile.
"You... don't worry, Edmund. I know what to say." George gritted his teeth, enduring the pain as he replied.