"Oh, reinforcements have arrived?" Yang Xiaodong tossed Wu Shiyan, who could no longer open his eyes, to the ground with a mocking expression, then glanced at the two groups of people quickly heading their way and said to Wang Zhenjun with an unconcerned look: "Dull Bird, seems like we can have a real fight today. The warm-up earlier wasn't for nothing."
"These guys aren't going to be easy to beat, there are dozens of them," Wang Zhenjun wasn't scared either, smilingly saying to Yang Xiaodong: "I see they've even brought weapons, be careful not to get capsized in the gutter."
"You're the one who's going to get capsized in the gutter," Yang Xiaodong glared at Wang Zhenjun, then turned to Luo Ziling, who was quietly watching everything, and said: "Comrade Young Master, just enjoy the show. Today we'll show you our strength, so you won't underestimate us."
With that said, he nudged a stone on the ground with his foot, and kicked it directly at the person at the forefront of the rush.
