"Move in!"
The man leading the group opposite scoffed at the audacity of just ten men daring to confront them head-on. Did they really think his crew was just a bunch of pushovers?
At his command, the club's henchmen charged like a pack of tigers descending a mountain, their huge fists raining down brutally on their adversaries.
The Dragon Guards sneered dismissively—a bunch of show-offs.
"Fight."
A single person uttered a low shout, and the ten men erupted into action. The deadly aura honed on the battlefield radiated from them, instantly suffocating the rushing gangsters from the club in front of them.
The next second.
The Dragon Guards closed in, and like reaping wheat, they swiftly floored a swath of the club's henchmen, showing their complete dominance in strength, agility, and combat strategy.
Du Chong frowned, while his trusted lieutenant, witnessing the scene, said, "Boss, these security guards are no slouches. Let me test their mettle!"
