Seeing that Song Yuan could barely fend for himself yet had still thrown out his weapon at the crucial moment to help him out, Tang Xu's heart began pounding.
He did not know where the strength came from, but he bent down, grabbed the iron rod that had fallen to the ground, and swung it at another man's calf. He hit hard enough that the man crouched down in pain, then lunged at Tang Xu and grappled with him the next second.
The man cursed as he fought. "You little brat, tired of living? You think the guy in there can still spare you any attention?"
The man whose wrist had been injured earlier also started looking for chances to kick him.
Just then, Song Yuan, who was in an even worse position, suddenly shouted, "Mama's boy! This has nothing to do with you! Get lost!"
By then, Song Yuan had already taken several hits. His designer hip-hop outfit had been torn and slashed to pieces, leaving him looking utterly disheveled.
If he had not carelessly ended up alone tonight, how could he have fallen into such a miserable situation? Running into this mama's boy had been even more unexpected.
Still, he had not expected the kid to actually have guts when it mattered.
But this had nothing to do with him. There was no need to drag an innocent person into it, so Song Yuan began driving him away whenever he got the chance. His words were not exactly pleasant.
"Call me mama's boy again, and I'll come over there and beat you up too!"
Tang Xu, who had never been in a fight before, had already lost the rod he had just gotten his hands on. He could only throw wild punches at the other man.
But compared