What was going on?
Yuxuan was a little confused. What were they doing? The next one... Why were they already moving on to the next one?
Curious, she cautiously poked her head out and looked in that direction.
About twenty meters from the car, a group of people had formed a circle. And standing right in the middle was—
Xiaodao... Xiaodao from yesterday.
Aside from the knife wound on his leg, he didn't seem to have any other obvious injuries.
But in just one night, Xiaodao had sustained a lot of wounds. His face was bruised and swollen in places, too.
He was drenched in sweat, clearly exhausted, yet he still stood straight. Then someone stepped out of the crowd.
"What's going on?"
Yuxuan furrowed her brow. Something wasn't right.
"Xiaodao, give it up... You can't keep fighting like this."
The man who had stepped forward spoke in fluent English, but Xiaodao shook his head.
"Raphael started this, but that's all the more reason to do it. There'll only be more and more people who don't accept me staying by Big Sister's side. If I didn't do this, a lot of you would be unhappy about it too, wouldn't you?"
"Xiaodao... Are you sure?"
"Yeah! I'm sure. What number are you?"
"Twenty-first."
"I see..."
Xiaodao silently did the math. There were still eighteen people left. With the strength he had left, whether he could hold out was a real question.
"Here I come!!"
The man rushed forward and reached Xiaodao in a flash, his punches as swift as the wind. He threw a vicious right hook.
Facing the heavy punch, Xiaodao didn't dodge. He shifted his body, moved half a step to the side, then lunged half a step forward to meet his opponent!
"Bam!!"
A dull thud rang out.