Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!!!
The abandoned warehouse was filled with people from the three major gang organizations. They were spread all around, surrounding the place so completely that not even a fly could get through.
At that moment, Xia Ping was surrounded on all sides by the crowd.
These underworld figures stared at Xia Ping like hungry wolves. At the slightest movement, they seemed ready to pounce and tear the kid to pieces.
"You're taking this a bit too far."
Xia Ping looked around at the crowd and said calmly, "Picking on one person because you've got numbers? Where's your sense of honor? If you've got the guts, let's fight one-on-one for three hundred rounds."
"Fight one-on-one my ass."
An underworld figure stepped forward and shouted, "So what if we're picking on one person because we've got numbers? We could bring even more people to deal with a shameless bastard like you, and it still wouldn't be too much."
"Exactly. You want to fight us one-on-one? Dream on."
"You've killed so many of our people. Who the hell is going to talk to you about honor among thieves? Give me a break."
"This is real life, not some TV show. Get your head straight."
"You want a one-on-one? Fine. You can take on all of us by yourself. Come on, if you've got the guts. We promise we won't beat you to death."
The underworld figures were all smug and elated. They had finally caught the damn bastard. Remembering everything that had happened, they could hardly wait to crush him to death on the spot.
If this kid hadn't been jumping around and stirring up trouble, how could they have lost so many people and so many elite fighters?! Those elites couldn't be bought back with any amount of money.
"Desolate,