The thin and fat pair stood at the door of the ward, and the remaining seven or eight people outside didn't dare to rush in anymore, because they all knew very well that charging in would inevitably lead to disadvantage.
"Damn it, kill them for me, kill them!" Flathead barked loudly, but no one dared to move forward anymore.
A man whispered, "Big brother, these two are really good at fighting. Just guarding the door, all of us put together are still no use. If we continue to fight like this, we'll probably suffer even more losses. Maybe we should go back and think of some other plan!"
Flathead looked at his subordinates rolling on the ground, screaming in pain, feeling deeply frustrated. Usually, he strutted around Xishan City unchallenged, with no one daring to provoke him. When had it ever been his turn to be bullied by others? Yet today, he had brought so many men to the hospital, only to be blocked by two people, and that was a total loss of face for him.