Seven or eight sturdy men immediately picked up their weapons and surrounded him.
Li Dapang said anxiously, "Yanzi, run quickly, I'll hold them off."
The moment Yang Xiaoyan heard this, she frowned and said, "Then you be careful!"
After speaking, she turned and ran.
As Li Dapang faced the seven or eight sturdy men charging towards him, he felt somewhat apprehensive, but at that moment, he had no choice but to grit his teeth and charge forward. Fortunately, he was tall and burly with a robust build. Gritting his teeth, he rushed towards the assailants.
"Fuck... your ancestor!" Li Dapang roared angrily, swinging his fists and smashing them down hard on his opponents.
A ferocious fight ensued. Even though Li Dapang was brave, the opponents were, after all, numerically superior and also armed. Soon, Li Dapang was cut by a knife and his head was smashed open by an iron stick, creating a bloody gash. The bloodied Li Dapang grew even more frenzied.