"Crack!" Ge Dongxu let out a cold laugh as the steel pipe came crashing down.
"Ah! My leg, my leg is broken! You son of a bitch, you broke my..." the thug on the ground screamed in agony.
"Crack!" The steel pipe came down again, breaking the other leg of the thug on the ground.
Then the thug just clutched his legs tightly and bit down on his teeth, not daring to make another sound.
"Mr. Ge, we better hurry! The motor gang from Hell's Rebels isn't on the same level as these guys, not only do they outnumber us, but they all ride motorcycles. Fighting them, even with Mr. Ge's skills, will surely be a disadvantage," Song Zhixuan saw Ge Dongxu break the thug's other leg with such straightforward brutality, and while he admired him, he grew even more anxious, pulling Gao Yusi to Ge Dongxu's side, urging him to move.