"Aren't you afraid?" Xiao Han asked, puzzled.
Chen Tie snorted coldly, then said, "Afraid!"
"Then why don't you submit?" Xiao Han challenged.
"I would rather cut off my own arm than sacrifice my dignity!" Chen Tie roared.
"Fine!" Xiao Han nodded, "Then I'll oblige you!"
Having said that, Xiao Han, carrying a machete, walked over.
Crack...
With one swift motion of his hand, Xiao Han brought down the knife. With the flash of the blade, blood spattered three feet, and an arm fell to the ground.
Chen Tie was tough; he covered the place where his arm had been, yet he didn't make a sound.
"Big Brother!" The younger brothers ran over one after another.
"Quick... Call an ambulance!" someone shouted.
Clang...
Xiao Han threw the knife down, then turned and walked toward Zhang Feng and the others.
"Let's go," Xiao Han said.
"Let's go, let's go!" They all nodded in agreement.
Afterward, they left the small grove.