"Brothers, attack, take them down!"
The leader of the gangsters shouted, standing in the back, directing his underlings.
Seeing fifty-odd gangsters wielding iron rods and charging quickly, Liang Zhao Hui hastily pulled Nanrong Wanqing and Nanrong Hao behind him.
At the same time, Zhong Wei led the other six team members to form a human wall, encircling Nanrong Wanqing and others in the middle.
As soldiers, especially special forces, the team members were naturally skilled.
But it was just at the clash that the front-most gangster pioneers were knocked to the ground.
Gangsters fight for momentum; the more people, the bolder they get. Luckily, Zhong Wei and his team were not pushovers, protecting the center like an iron barrel, preventing the gangsters from getting near Nanrong Wanqing.
Just then, Nanrong Hao suddenly heard the urgent sound of footsteps from behind and quickly turned his head. In an instant, he saw more than twenty gangsters rushing over from the alley behind.