This steel pipe was too cruel for the leg bone. Logan even heard the sound of his own bone breaking.
Ah!
My legs!
Logan gave out a miserable howl.
"Fuck you! Don’t you dare to shout!”
Just fell to the ground, the other three gangsters also arrived, kicking his body in turn.
"You think you are good? Deadly Scissors?”
“I can’t stand him. Brothers, beat him up!”
Four gangsters beat Logan violently.
Logan wanted to die. What was the situation here?
He spent money to pretend to be forced, not to be beaten.
"I'm Logan. Open your eyes and see clearly. You should beat that boy. It's not me. Fuck!"
Logan pointed to Jackson and yelled.
However, those young gangsters did not pay attention to them, and their fists fell on him like raindrops.
Logan felt that his whole body was falling apart.
"Don't hit me. Please don’t, stop it!"
"It's killing me. I don't dare to pretend to be good any more. It’s my fault."
Logan's cry and howl could be heard three miles away.
Jackson was also puzzled. He thought Logan wanted to design his own pit, but now it seemed that was not the case.
However, he was also too lazy to intervene, smiling to see the good play.
"Stop it, don’t hit him! I will call the police!" Dolcie opened the door in a hurry and exclaimed.
Jackson smiled and said: "Dolcie, don't come out, this is our man's business, you don't have to intervene."
Dolcie was speechless. He could still laugh under this circumstance.
"But, Logan..."
"Dolcie, you can stay in the car. It's a small matter and leave it to me." Jackson pushed Dolcie into the car again and closed the door.
"Jackson, you are not helping. Why are you still standing there?"
Seeing that Jackson didn’t move, Dolcie was worried.
Jackson had looked down upon Logan in the first place. Let him help? What was wrong with him?
What's more, why did he pretend to be forced? He didn’t have any skills. He said he was a taekwondo expert and used deadly scissors feet. He was just a fool.
The thugs fought for a long time, their arms were tired, and they left the alley in no hurry.
"Oh, my life is almost gone!"
Logan's face was covered with blood, and his bones were falling apart. How miserable he looked.
And his wallet was snatched.
Dolcie hurried down and asked, "Mr. Harper, how are you? You don't look very good."
Bullshit. How could he still be fine?
Logan wanted to cry. He wanted to pretend to be skillful in front of Dolcie, but he ended up in this situation, which made him more embarrassed.
"Mr. Harper, I didn't expect your Taekwondo to be so bad. “Jackson said with a smile, "I thought you were a master.”
Jackson didn't say anything. As soon as he spoke, Logan's nose was full of smoke.
"Well, Jackson, wait for me. If I don't kill you, I'm not a man!"
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