A raging fire started.
Allen Zhang also got into the car after leaving the house and took out his cell phone to check how the other two groups were doing.
Beggar Gang Disciples: We've reached the Black Heart Clinic in the suburbs, have tied up the guy. He was about to assault a female customer; she was already drugged and had her pants down, but luckily, we arrived just in time.
Allen Zhang: Give him a couple of punches for me to vent!
Beggar Gang Disciples: Boss, we can't hit him anymore, he's about to die, there's no place left on his body to strike.
A picture was sent.
A middle-aged white man with a swollen face, wet hair, and clothes stained with blood. His white lab coat was now dyed red. His breathing was already more out than in.
Allen Zhang: Inject him with adrenaline, don't let him die.
Beggar Gang Disciples: We've already injected him.
