Li Xiaobao crouched down, looked at the foreign strongman with a scorpion tattoo on his arm, and frowned, "Who are you people?"
"Fuck!" The foreign man, eyes red, snarled viciously.
Li Xiaobao's nephew unhesitatingly stomped his foot on the foreign man's face.
With force, the foreign man's eyes bulged outward as if they were about to pop out.
Li Xiaobao said coldly, "Speak human language to me!"
The foreign man, in pain and struggling, shouted, "Ah, stop stomping, I'm going to be stomped to death."
Although his Mandarin was stiff, fortunately Li Xiaobao could understand it, so he eased his foot and asked again, "Who are you?"
"We are from the Scorpion Mercenary Group; you'd better let me go, or you'll face the wrath of our group's hatred!" the foreign man howled.
Without any hesitation, Li Xiaobao kicked the foreign man in the chest.
The burly guy was directly thrown and slammed onto the stone steps in the courtyard, instantly bleeding.
