Jize University was home to many restless young punks who were itching for action. With no hesitation, they rummaged through their dorms for all sorts of weapons and rushed to the scene of the fight.
Soon, the vast lawn was teeming with dozens, then hundreds of people. The diverse group of punks, armed with machetes, steel pipes, wooden sticks, Wolf Fang Clubs, golf clubs, and even bricks, converged towards the area.
"Beat those bastards to death!" someone shouted, and a chorus of young punks followed suit, each one bellowing with rage as they charged at the gang members.
"Mr. Wu, it's not looking good; they've got numbers," one of the underlings reported to Wu Jiecao, breathless from having taken a couple of hits, and he hurried to Wu Jiecao's side.
