"Kill them, kill them all!"
As the two sides clashed, the situation quickly escalated to a fever pitch, with a group of elite thugs wielding baseball bats and steel pipes, savagely swinging at the crowd of frenzied fans who vastly outnumbered them.
"Damn it! I'm going all in against you bastards!"
Seeing the group of thugs not holding back, many of Wei Ziyi's fanatical fans saw red. They picked up bricks from the ground and viciously hurled them at the thugs' heads.
"That's the spirit! Take them down, give it to them hard!" Ye Fan cheered from the side, flaunting arrogantly.
Spurred on by Ye Fan's schadenfreude, both sides became even more enraged, increasing the ferocity of their blows, and from time to time, someone would be in such pain that tears streamed down their face.
Su Zhanyun was shocked and asked in disbelief, "Brother-in-law, where did you find so many people?"
"These people weren't called by me! They're here to beat me up!" Ye Fan said in a low voice.