Lin Sen and Ma Daqing found themselves in a difficult situation when nobody was willing to remove Li Ming's body.
Datou kicked the howling Wang Dalai, who was on the ground.
"Whoever brought him here should carry him back."
"It wasn't us who brought him… we…" Wang Dalai hurriedly tried to explain.
"Stop your damn nonsense, want to die, is that it?"
Datou aggressively cut off Wang Dalai's words, raising his fist and shaking it in front of his face.
Wang Dalai quickly raised his arms to cover his face, terrified.
"Not the face!"
"Are you going to carry him or not?"
Datou bellowed.
"We'll carry him, carry him, I'll do it!"
Wang Dalai scurried over to Li Ming's side, scrambling and crawling.
He beckoned to his gang of loafers.
The loafers had already been beaten by the security team until they were searching for their teeth on the ground.
So stiff all over they could barely get up.
Let alone have the strength to carry a person.