"How about it, are you convinced yet? If you admit defeat now, kneel down and call me big brother, I'll tell them to stop. Otherwise, whether these few people you brought can still stand later, I can't guarantee."
The leading boy was twirling a lighter in his hand, flipping it open and closed repeatedly.
Xiang Zhao pursed his lips tightly, and raised his eyes to look behind the boy.
Most of the people he brought were already subdued, with two still resisting, only to be beaten even harder. One of them was even kicked to the ground.
Xiang Zhao's hand, hanging by his side, clenched unconsciously, his eyes suddenly turned cold and narrow, looking at the boy in front of him he said, "You fight with numbers against the few, there is no honor in this victory."
"Ha!" The boy sneered dismissively, "You set the meeting here; never said not to bring more people."
Isn't a group fight all about who has more people? Is he stupid, thinking others are as foolish as him?
