"Yes, I'm reluctant too!" Zhang Beixing said with a hearty laugh.
Seeing him like this, the middle-aged man thought Zhang Beixing was relenting. Just as he was about to breathe a sigh of relief and say something, planning to quickly take the little girl away, he hadn't even started speaking when—
BANG!
Without warning, Zhang Beixing, who had just been joking around with him, swung his fist powerfully and struck the man in the abdomen.
Feeling the tremendous force from the fist and the excruciating pain in his abdomen, the middle-aged man's eyes widened. He stared at Zhang Beixing in disbelief and amazement.
However, he quickly recovered. Enduring the severe pain, he reached into his pocket, pulled out a knife, and lunged at Zhang Beixing.
