Bang!
A third collapsed unconscious before he even realized he'd been hit.
Thomas fought desperately, throwing every punch and kick his years of combat experience had taught him.
Each strike landed perfectly. Each strike accomplished absolutely nothing.
Finally...
Zhang San sighed.
"I think that's enough exercise."
He gently flicked Thomas's forehead.
The seemingly harmless flick launched the former soldier across the room.
Thomas struck a wall and slowly slid to the floor, unconscious.
One after another, the remaining criminals met the same fate.
Within minutes, the morgue fell silent. Bodies lay scattered across the cold floor.
The laughter, gunfire, and desperate screams had all disappeared.
Only Zhang San remained standing.
He looked around the room, rubbed his hands together with a satisfied smile, and chuckled.
"Old Fogey Lin Feng certainly keeps me busy."
"I wonder who he'll send me next."
Zhang San let out a long, weary sigh and slowly shook his head.
