"I'm a person who loathes trouble," Xiao Han laughed. "All twelve of you can come at me together, and I'll take care of all of you at once. That'll do."
"How arrogant," Chen Tie frowned.
"Always have been," Xiao Han chuckled.
"Fine, since you're so full of yourself, I won't be courteous to you either," Chen Tie huffed.
After that, Chen Tie gave Old Liu a look, and then a group of people immediately surrounded Xiao Han. Twelve people, they nearly made him impenetrable. Four directions, eight faces, twelve blunts—almost completely encircled.
Xiao Han glanced at his opponents and then smiled, "Is everyone in position?"
"You make the first move," Chen Tie was a real man; he knew having more people gave him a huge advantage, so he straightforwardly let Xiao Han move first to avoid embarrassment.
"No!" Xiao Han shook his head and said, "You all go ahead."
"Are you sure?" Chen Tie sneered.