The father's skinny hands clasped the nearest gangster's ankle, and he used the force to turn over and jump up. His movements were not as fast as an old man's. The moment the steel pipe was swung down, he turned his head to avoid it and twisted his wrist with his backhand!
"Crack!"
The gangster screamed and fell to the ground. The father grabbed the steel pipe, his back as straight as a gun, and blood filled his cloudy pupils.
"Twenty years ago when I was killing people, you were still suckling."
