On the street.
The spectators inside the roadside shops took out their phones to record the battle.
On one side were the ruthless thugs from Mianbang; on the other were Chun Prefecture's Little White Tiger's Imperial Guards.
King against king.
Neither would yield.
The Eleven Brothers stood in formation, brimming with killing intent.
"Finally, someone dares to take on these Mianbang bastards."
"These foreigners bare their teeth at everyone all day long. I've been sick of them for ages."
"Shh... watch what you say. They might come after you."
"I think these boys are too rash. There aren't nearly enough of them."
The onlookers whispered among themselves.
The corners of the secretary's mouth slowly lifted into a smug smile. "Just a dozen or so of you? You're asking to die."
"Listen up, everyone. A hundred thousand for every one you kill."
Money brought a bloodthirsty gleam to the eyes of these vicious foreigners.
Wasn't money the whole point of running with gangs?
In contrast, Hi Dog and the others remained utterly calm before enemies ten times their number, the cigarette tips in their mouths glowing and dimming.
"Take down ten each, and we win this fight."
Hi Dog turned to his brothers with an easy smile.
"Fuck, I've been cutting people down with Brother Tiger since I was eight. Forget a hundred-even a thousand wouldn't scare me."
"Come on!"
"CNM, let's do this!"
The brothers limbered up, each taunting Secretary Xiao Chen.
An inexplicable chill ran through him.
These boys seemed not to know what fear was.
"Brother Tiger's brothers!"
Hi Dog roared.
"Here!"
"CNM, don't disgrace Brother Tiger and Brother Nine. We can die, we can lose a fight, but we can never chicken out. Right here on this street, we'll show that He bastard why Brother Tiger calls