No sooner had the words been spoken than a group of vocational high school students' foreheads collectively sprouted exclamation marks, glancing at each other, uncertain whether to advance or not.
To move forward would mean being unable to win, but to not move would be to lose face for Boss Liang—what a tough spot!
With no response from behind, Liang Zixiao, already unable to contain his anger, twisted his neck and bellowed, "Scared of what, damn it? If anyone gets crippled, I'll take responsibility!"
Oh boy.
What a beautiful misunderstanding; what else could one do but go ahead with it?
The leading two vocational school underlings exchanged quick glances and, wielding their clubs, advanced toward Yunzhong's leader.
Pei Yan stood still, swiftly glancing at Xu Kanfeng behind him with his peripheral vision, and took the steel pipe from his hand.