“You sonofabitch!”
The two remaining men circled him on both sides and attacked in tandem, but Wu Jian ducked as they threw a punch his way. They avoided hitting each other. However, they were unable to dodge as Wu Jian kicked the back of their knees. As they went down, he came up, leapt into the air, flipped around, and landed an axe kick onto one of their chests. That man gasped as the air was driven from his lungs, but he soon fell unconscious.
Wu Jian finally turned to the last man.
“And then there was one,” he said.
The man crawled to his hands and knees, then clasped his hands together and tried to plead with Wu Jian.
“C-come on, Little Brother. There’s no need for such violence. We were just in a good mood and got a little out of control, b-but we know better now. We’ll leave.
