The crowd worked together to pull Old Zhao away from Derek. Freed from the restraints, Derek felt the pressure on his throat loosen, and he fell to his knees, gasping for breath.
Fortunately, Tang Xiaoquan commanded in time; otherwise, within seconds, Derek would have suffocated and died.
Compared to Derek's panting, everyone was more surprised by Old Zhao's sudden change.
Even while restrained by Bi Dahu, Zhao Yunhai still struggled like a fierce beast, "baring his fangs and claws."
"Let me go! Old Bi, Little Wen, let go! Let me kill that bastard!"
"Old Zhao, calm down. What's going on? For God's sake, at least explain why you want to kill that brat?" Bi Dahu was also baffled by Old Zhao. Although Derek's actions tonight were disagreeable, they didn't warrant death, at least not by strangulation.
"What do you know? You know nothing. Get out of my way! Don't stop me!" With powerful arms twisting left and right, Old Zhao struggled tirelessly.
