In a dim back alley, Wang Chen faced five alone.
Four burly sports school students surrounded Wang Chen. Three of them even held baseball bats. Even excluding the vocational high school student at the back, their apparent fighting strength completely crushed Wang Chen's.
Each of them wore the teasing look of cats toying with a mouse, their eyes glinting with excitement and cruelty.
As the "gold-medal enforcers" of their little circle, they had done this sort of job more than once.
Every time, they had reaped money and satisfaction.
It was simply addictive!
As for the vocational high school student—the one paying them—he could not wait to see Wang Chen kneeling on the ground and begging for mercy.
He even spread his palm, imagining the delight of slapping Wang Chen.
Yet in the next instant, Wang Chen suddenly made a move. He seized the baseball bat pointed at him and wrenched it away in one swift grab!
Aside from its intended purpose, a baseball bat was also a completely legal and proper close-combat weapon.
It fit the hand, was simple to use, hard in texture, and its damage was controllable...
It had countless advantages.
The sports school student threatening Wang Chen was an old hand with a baseball bat. He knew Wang Chen had some ability; otherwise, no one would have paid a high price to hire the Four Heavenly Kings to settle the score. So he had been on guard.
Yet he had never imagined that the weapon clenched tightly in his hand would be snatched away by Wang Chen in a single grab.
The sports school student froze for a moment.
Before he could react, a cylindrical object slammed heavily into his abdomen!
"Ugh..."
The tall, muscular sports school student immediately doubled over, his face twisting into a