The old man didn't understand at all and didn't know what he was facing. He was pushed to the ground and had no power to fight back.
The gang leader felt that he was not respected, so he slapped the old man in the face.
"You old man, you don't know how to be ashamed, don't you?"
With this pull, the Buddhist beads on the old man's wrist were revealed.
"Damn, poor bastard, you only have this crappy thing."
The gangster grabbed the old man and tore the Buddhist beads apart.
Tick-tick...tick-tick...
The beads fell to the ground and bounced up and down, like a devilish sound from the abyss, causing the old man's pupils to change color.
“Pearl…Pearl…”
His legs couldn't move, so he could only crawl over to pick up the beads.
The thugs behind him laughed so hard that they were staggering.
"So he's still a cripple, hahahaha..."
"Brother, look at how dead he is, why not... hehe..."
As he spoke, the gang leader, cigarette in his mouth, straddled the old man.
"Gee, gee, you old bastard, crawl, crawl faster."
Qu Suihuan saw all these scenes and stopped her from talking.
Her throat felt like it was blocked by cement and her whole body was numb.
We have to admit that there are always some scum in the world that are beyond imagination.
These scum don't deserve even a bit of kindness. Any "concession" to them would be unfair to good people.
The elderly man's family members' urgent voices came from the phone.
"It's me. That's my eldest brother. We've been looking for him all morning. Where are you?"
"Hey, can you hear me? Where are you?"
It is true that the woman was anxious, but Qu Suihuan had no time to care about her.
Her voice was terribly cold: "At the northwest gate of Nanta Park."
After saying this, her eyes dropped and she instantly turned into a Rakshasa.
Rushed directly towards the thugs.
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