The dimly lit back alley, Wang Chen facing five alone.
Four muscular athletes encircled Wang Chen, three of them wielding baseball bats, and even if they excluded the vocational student at the back, their apparent strength completely overwhelmed him.
The eyes of each one of them held a teasing hue, as if a cat playing with a mouse, showing a hint of excitement and cruelty.
As the "resident toughs" of their little gang, they had done similar jobs more than once.
Each time they had reaped both money and satisfaction.
It was downright addictive!
As for that sponsor—the vocational student—he was eager to see Wang Chen kneeling and begging for mercy.
He even opened his palm, fantasizing about the joy of slapping Wang Chen.
However, in the next instant, Wang Chen suddenly made his move, abruptly seizing the baseball bat pointing at him and snatching it away!
Besides its intended purpose, a baseball bat is also a perfectly legal and compliant close combat weapon.
