"Go ahead." Zhou Kai took off two firefighter axes from his belt, the axes' paint spotted with mottled red. After several fights, the paint had already peeled off, replaced by something darker red—the real human blood. The red blood turned dark red when oxidized. Zhou Kai wore a flashy coat, with half a cigarette in his mouth, striking quite a pose reminiscent of a Hong Kong gangster from old movies.
Old Wu was incensed, "Damn it, looking down on me, brothers, let's go."
Rustle...
More than twenty men with lethal weapons charged forward.
