The girl said with an indifferent expression, "Pass me the crutch. Thanks." She continued, "What, still trying to act tough? Be careful, or you'll get your other leg broken, too."
Impatiently, the girl pinched her nose with a tissue and handed the crutch to Qin Long with obvious disgust.
Qin Long steadied himself against the car and slowly took the crutch. He felt a surge of joy; if it weren't for that medicinal pill, there was no way he'd be able to even walk right now.
"Gentlemen, what's all this about?" The middle-aged man grabbed a carton of premium cigarettes from the trunk and walked toward them with a broad smile.
A menacing crowd of about fifty bare-chested thugs stood before them, with three more carloads of men behind them, totaling more than seventy people.
The middle-aged man couldn't help but gasp. In twenty years, he had never seen a scene this intimidating.
WHOOSH!
