After two attempts, Paul felt as if this man had shackled him in chains.
He gradually realized that this Asian wasn't the kind of enemy he could push around at will, so he lowered his stance.
"Hey man, I was just joking. Could you let me go?"
Compared to his younger sister who was still in school, Paul was seasoned in society—after dropping out, he'd had plenty of run-ins with gang members. He knew full well how important it was to immediately back down when things looked bad.
Hard-headed types rarely ended well, since no bone was tougher than a bullet.
Paul didn't know how to rise to the top of a gang, nor where to find big scores, but he did have a knack for reading the wind and shifting his sails.
With a somewhat stiff smile, Paul gazed at the tall car owner.
Finally, Chen Zhou let go, and Paul pulled back his fist, not bothering with a "sorry" or "apology," turning instantly to leave.
