Shen Yu pulled himself together; he and his car were surrounded by a group of thugs.
"Kid, let's have a chat." The leading thug beckoned with his hand, looking at Shen Yu with disdain.
The visitor was not friendly.
Shen Yu threw the cigarette butt on the ground and stomped on it twice: "Alright, where to?"
The thug didn't expect him to agree so readily and casually pointed to an alley by the roadside: "There."
The thug's reasoning was: a hidden place was better for a fight, less chance of getting caught by the cops.
Shen Yu's reasoning was: there were no cameras there, convenient for killing and bloodshed.
"Okay."
The two sides reached an agreement and walked towards the dark alley.
As soon as they entered the alley, the thugs swarmed up, planning to give him a thrashing first.
Then, before they could touch Shen Yu's clothes, a strange fragrance wafted over, and the thugs collapsed in a heap.
"What's happening?"
"Is it poison? Why do I feel so weak?"
"..."
