Three men in down jackets struggled their way forward, but no sooner had they emerged than they were barked at by two figures.
At a single glance, they saw the once-lofty Sun Jianguo lying on the ground like a mangy dog, with an old man’s foot pressed firmly onto his head. He wore only a pair of shorts, and his hair had been completely scorched away, not a single strand remaining. Nearby, the young man who had challenged him stood holding his master's weapon, radiating an aura that warned anyone approaching to keep their distance.
Some of them immediately sensed that things had gone terribly wrong. To cross paths with someone under these circumstances—wasn't that just asking to be silenced? Their lives were clearly in jeopardy. The only thing they could do was beg for survival. They quickly bent over, bowing and scraping, and said with forced politeness:
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