"Zila," the sound of two bag zippers being opened, revealing a pile of gleaming iron rods and machetes.
Although the thugs who hadn't seen Chu Ge's skills thought Scarface was making a fuss over nothing, they didn't say much and grabbed their weapons from the bags, grinning mischievously. They lined up to form a human wall, approaching Chu Ge in a fan shape.
Looking at these overly confident thugs, Chu Ge was genuinely speechless. Were these people brain-dead?
In a narrow dead-end alley like this, more people just meant more cramped space. Didn't they fear that a single slash might cut off their own fingers?
However, while Chu Ge found it amusing, he had no intention of advising this ragtag bunch.
Since these brain-dead guys were no longer entertaining him, he might as well settle the fight quickly; after all, he had his own matters to attend to.
