Seeing the pleading look in his little brother's eyes, the tattooed man was almost furious beyond words; he withstood the pain in his fingers and charged towards Xu Ke with an electric baton. But as he reached Xu Ke, he stopped all his actions, holding the baton aloft like an idiot, looking at Xu Ke in terror.
"Why not continue?" Xu Ke's lips slowly curled into a grin under the two men's terrified gazes. His eyes were full of violent restraint, indifference, and coldness from witnessing all sorts of bloodshed. These emotions combined gave people a chill at the first sight, as if they had been plunged into an ice cave, with a coldness rising from their feet.
"I, I... Sorry, boss." The little brother beside the tattooed man couldn't stand Xu Ke's hellish gaze anymore. He threw the electric baton aside, looked deeply at the tattooed man, and dashed past Xu Ke, sprinting away madly, leaving his boss and brothers behind.
