Seeing that his identity as an international friend was useless, the leader could only turn his head and whisper to his companion helplessly, "Toby, you go and stall him. The rest of you, follow me and leave here first. Remember, if you can resolve this peacefully, do it peacefully. Even if you want to fight, try not to make a big deal out of it. Our identities cannot be exposed to the public. Don't attract the attention of the police unless it's a last resort."
"Okay." The man named Toby nodded, walked in front of Zhang Heng, and blocked Zhang Heng's view with his tall body. He then asked in broken Chinese, "Where is it? We didn't see any warning signs along the way that we can't catch butterflies, and I caught this butterfly for my daughter. Today is her birthday. "
Just as he spoke, the other three also retreated in tacit agreement. They wanted to pass through the flowering shrubs to the other path on the right, but in the next moment, one of them turned around and saw his comrade fall to the ground without a word.
He was shocked when he saw this and immediately shouted at the person in front, "Tom, something's wrong!"
The other two quickly stopped when they heard him, and the man who warned them had already taken out a folding knife from his pocket.
However, he didn't expect the person in front of him to move even faster. Just a second ago, he was about ten meters away from him, and the next second, he was already in front of him. At this time, he didn't even have the time to fully open the folding knife before he was punched in the lower abdomen.
Zhang Heng ignored the man who fell to the ground holding his stomach and quickly rushed to the Asian man in front of him. However, with his companion's warning, he was already prepared. He took out a pair of brass knuckles and held it in his hand.
Unlike in the movies, brass knuckles were not always flashy. In fact, the fierce-looking brass knuckles were likely to cause more damage to the attacker because the phalanx was a very fragile part of the body. Chances were that the attacker's finger would be fractured before the attacker was injured.
The Asian man was now wearing a pair of the most common four-fingered knuckles on his hand. If he wore it correctly, he would be more powerful than bare-handed, but under normal circumstances, he wouldn't really kill anyone. This was also to carry out the order of the foreigner who led the group.
And as soon as Zhang Heng fought with him, he could clearly feel that his opponent was professionally trained. At least in boxing, he could catch up with some amateur boxers. His punches were fast and powerful, and his body was agile like a cheetah.
In the blink of an eye, the two had exchanged several punches. Although Zhang Heng had the upper hand, he did not immediately take down his opponent. However, this was enough to shock the two men on the opposite side. They could not help but think of the legendary China Kung Fu.
It was just that this battle was somewhat inexplicable. Until now, these foreigners still didn't know why the young man on the opposite side suddenly attacked them. It couldn't really be because butterflies were not allowed in the park, right?
But at this time, they still had no idea why the young man would suddenly attack them. The foreigner named Tom was startled, but he immediately joined the battle. He first put the glass bottle in his hand aside, then subconsciously touched a bulge on his waist with his right hand. However, after a moment of hesitation, he moved his hand upward and grabbed a black baton.
After removing the baton, he first shook it upwards, then swung it downwards, completing the baton. Then, an alloy head extended out from the front of the baton.
Tom rushed at Zhang Heng with the brass knuckles in his hand.
After standing still for half a minute, he felt that he had figured out the situation in front of him. Although this guy who came out of nowhere was fast and skillful, taking down two of them in one go while they were caught off guard, and suppressing his other companion, since he could not end the battle quickly, it meant that the strength gap between the two sides should not be too big.
In this case, once he joined the battle, the outcome of the battle would change. It was based on this judgment that he made the current decision. But what he did not expect was that just as he put down the glass bottle in his hand and tried to approach Zhang Heng, the situation in front of him changed again.
Zhang Heng did not fight with the opponent in front of him anymore. Instead, he held the folding knife he obtained when he killed the second foreigner. The Asian man, who had gradually gotten used to this kind of entanglement, only saw a flash of cold light in front of his eyes. Before he could do anything to defend himself, all four of his fingers were cut off, and the brass knuckles in his hand fell to the ground.
Along with the knife, Tom's body was frozen in place. A chill rose in his heart because he realized that he had unknowingly fallen into the opponent's trap. The man on the opposite side hid his strength earlier, not to create a dramatic effect, but to lure him to put down the glass bottle in his hand and approach him at the same time.
After figuring this out, Tom immediately stopped. Although he was the best among the four, he knew very well that he was no match for Zhang Heng. The next moment, he did not hesitate to throw away the brass knuckles in his hand, and at the same time, he reached for his waist again.
The danger of this mission was not high, so he was the only one among the four with a gun. If he could pull out his gun in time when Zhang Heng ran to him, he could regain control of the situation.
But just when Tom was about to grasp the gun handle, he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his right hand. The folding knife had been inserted into the back of his hand, and Zhang Heng was already in front of him.
Now that things had come to this, Tom completely relaxed because he knew that he had lost his last chance to fight back. So he looked up at Zhang Heng's eyes, enduring the pain, and asked in fluent Mandarin, "Who are you? Why did you intervene in today's matter?"
"I'm a completely unrelated person. Don't be nervous," Zhang Heng said. "I just happened to pass by."
Tom shook his head when he heard Zhang Heng's words. "Then you shouldn't be nosy. What we are doing is not a bad thing. On the contrary, once we succeed, it will do more good than harm to you, me, and even the entire human race."
"The last person who outlined such a beautiful vision to me is already dead."
"Of course, you can kill me or even kill all of us, but that can't stop what is destined to happen."
"I didn't want to stop it." Zhang Heng walked up to Tom, pulled out the pistol from his waist, opened the clip, and looked at the bullets inside. "I only have a few questions to ask you."
"Save your breath. I'm not going to answer anything," said Tom, curtly.
Zhang Heng nodded, "Then I have no questions."
(End of chapter)
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