Seeing the situation before him, Feng Yu refused to show weakness, picked up a stool from the side, and immediately sprang into action, while Lin Huan was so scared that his face paled, his expression stiff, unable to speak.
"Motherfuckers, are you all looking to die?"
"Giving you faces, and I see none of you want to live anymore."
After saying that, the leader of the group of more than thirty people immediately extended his hand, pointing at Wang Jie's nose and cursing loudly.
"Fuck, you little shit, you're courting death and still talking tough here."
"You really don't know the sky's high and the earth's wide, clueless about your own weight. Hurry the fuck up and roll out here, I'll kill you."
With a cold laugh, Wang Jie didn't hold back in the slightest, the iron rod in his hand swinging fiercely, summoning the wind and rain with each strike, hitting the where it hurts most on those present—each blow resulting either in bleeding or broken bones.