Upon hearing this, the blonde woman immediately dropped to her knees and begged Zhao Rong for mercy. "Big Bro Zhao Rong, please spare me… I can provide any service you want. Whatever you want me to do, I'll do it for you…"
Seeing the only woman in the criminal gang kneeling and pleading for her life, Zhao Rong turned his head to look at the bearded foreign criminal on his left. "And you?"
The bearded foreigner scrutinized the large can of pepper spray in Zhao Rong's hand before suddenly bursting into arrogant laughter. "You Chinese kid, the only reason you're so tough is because of that big can of pepper spray. But now that it's all used up, let's see how you're going to deal with me now…" With that, the bearded man pulled a large machete from his waist.
When Zhao Rong saw the bearded foreigner still acting so arrogant in the face of death, he said bluntly, "You're asking for this, so don't blame me for what comes next."
