"Yes!"
Two people lifted the black-clad figure in response, walked over to the truck, and, like discarding a corpse, hurled him high into the air and tossed him directly into the vehicle.
"Bang!"
A loud noise made everyone's nerves suddenly quiver. Was this how things were done?
Even if he wasn't dead, after being thrown like that, he'd probably end up dead, right?
"Brother Fei, what about the rest?" Yongzi asked Duanmu Fei.
"Throw them all in the truck, we'll deal with it back home!" Duanmu Fei glanced at the dozen or so black-clad figures lying on the ground, a sharp glint flashing in his eyes.
"Yes!"
The others did not hesitate, lifting those black-clad figures who were already with broken arms and shattered legs, and tossing them toward the truck.
"What's happening? Are they 'dealt with'?"