After a bout of intense coughing with a metallic taste, the fat man finally rushed forward, squatted in front of him, and asked, "Big brother, are you okay? Big brother."
Little Blondie didn't expect this, his face flushed with frustration, gasping for breath.
He clutched his chest with one hand and shakily pointed at Wen Linyu with the other, his breath uneven, "He, he dared to touch me, looking for death..."
As he spoke, the fat man was enraged by his words.
The fat man fished out a fruit knife from Little Blondie's waist and turned back towards Wen Linyu.
Wen Linyu's expression was unprecedentedly grave.
Lying on the ground nearby, An Li, whose cheek was covered in dust, screamed, "Uncle, he has a knife."
It was thought that An Li's warning would make Wen Linyu panic.
But he calmly responded, "I know, don't panic."
The tone was so unruffled, even a bit dismissive, that it made the fat man grit his teeth in hatred.
