Song Guanchao flicked his toe and picked up another iron rod. He tapped it against his palm, lifting his chin as he said, "You, tell me, who sent you guys over."
"I don't know!"
The man was scared out of his wits.
"Smack!"
Song Guanchao stepped forward and struck the man's face with the rod, leaving a thick rod mark.
The man first felt a sour sensation, quickly followed by an unbearable agony. He crouched on the ground, howling in pain.
Song Guanchao kicked him in the chest and looked at the remaining two, "Are you going to talk or not?"
Both men were trembling with fear, almost crying.
"Someone paid us to teach you a lesson."
"Who?"
"We don't know, we just take the money and do the job, we don't know who the other side is."
Song Guanchao frowned.
The other party was not lying, he was sure of that.
This kind of job was common in the underworld.
Someone wanting to teach another person a lesson would simply pay for it, without making an appearance themselves.