The back of Yalan Garment Factory was bordered by a rather spacious green belt.
Long Xia and others had knocked out a few bad characters, all of whom were dumped on the lawn of the green belt.
These guys were clearly no good at first glance.
Each one had a shifty look, with an air of rogue toughs all over their faces.
Long Xia snatched a watering hose and drenched these rascals with ice-cold water all over their heads and bodies.
About a dozen men were soaked by the cold water and woke up shivering.
The sharp-nosed man who seemed to be leading, instinctively reached for his pocket as he regained consciousness, only to find it completely empty.
He jerked his head up, and there in Yang Fei's hand was the sand spray, its dark muzzle pointing right at his head.
The sharp-nosed man was startled and instinctively raised his hands.
"Let's talk this out, please, don't shoot."
Yang Fei stared at the sharp-nosed man coldly.
