If this seemingly cold young man truly had the ability to instantly incapacitate his friend, that would be the greatest concern.
"So, are you going to lie on the ground, or come with us?" Ming Yi's words were more direct, offering him two choices.
Neither of these options, however, was particularly suitable for him.
He pondered for a moment, and then his entire demeanor changed: "Are you serious?"
This question was remarkably low and seemed to carry a hint of aggression. He was like a lurking leopard, ready to pounce on its prey at any moment.
His eyes were fixed on Ming Yi, as if preparing to strike.
"Do you think we're joking?" Ming Yi narrowed his eyes. He had already made his move. Since he was certain they were from the Jile Cult, there was no need for him to hold back.
Just as he reached out to touch the man, he missed.
To be precise, the man suddenly knelt on the ground with a "plop": "Sir, spare me! Sir, please let me go! I haven't done anything! I'm just an ordinary citizen. At most, I like to act tough and occupy this public bath alone! I haven't done anything else! It was my fault to speak disrespectfully and loudly before!"
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Lin Xiao was even more confused.
Were these the people from the Jile Cult?
They really did whatever they pleased? They would kneel just like that, utterly indifferent?
Lin Xiao looked at the man, reached out, and lifted him up: "If you're kneeling so quickly, it seems you've done quite a few 'good deeds'?"
"No, don't spout nonsense. I haven't done anything. I was just speaking a little too loudly just now. Brother, please let me go. This is my friend, he hasn't done anything either. Why did you beat him up?" He looked utterly miserable, as if he truly hadn't done anything wrong.
But the smell on his person was real, that particular foul odor.
This was the scent of someone who had entered the Jile Cult.
At this moment, the person on the ground also spoke, having just woken up and in a daze: "Who... who are you?! Why did you ambush me!"
"Have you seen him?" Hu Zhicheng could no longer bear it. He took out his phone, found a photo of his son, and asked anxiously.
Upon seeing the photo, both men's expressions changed simultaneously, but they quickly regained their composure.
The three of them realized it almost at the same time. Hu Zhicheng grabbed the collar of the man on the ground and roared: "You've seen him! Where? Tell me!"
"This, Brother, don't talk nonsense. We haven't seen this child. How old is this child? Shouldn't he be well taken care of at home?" the man quickly argued.
As soon as he finished speaking, another person casually dislocated his arm.
"Crack."
The sound was quite crisp.
"Ahhhhhhhh!"
Such intense pain made the man on the ground fully conscious.
"You tell me."
Lin Xiao pointed at the other person beside him, narrowing his eyes: "If you say anything wrong, I believe... you've seen his fate, just like his."
The man's right hand hung limply by his side, like a detached, artificial limb.