"MLGB, chasing down our young Boss to kill him? Pretty damn cocky." Little Cat spat out a mouthful of thick phlegm and strode forward swaggeringly.
Thud, thud, thud.
Hundreds of Pao Ge members followed close behind in orderly steps.
On one side were wanted criminals from various Western countries; on the other, an ancient gang that dominated Chuan Prefecture.
Sparks flew the moment their gazes met.
Little Cat walked up to Thirteen with his saber, patted Xiao Gang, and said with a smile, "Take our young Boss and go first."
"Do... do you have enough people?"
A Yao glanced at the Pao Ge Society. Although they had plenty of people, they were still vastly outnumbered by the Second Island Master’s Forces, who numbered in the thousands.
"Kid... a gang fight isn't about who has more people. It's about... who chickens out first."
Little Cat slowly turned and smiled at the Pao Ge members behind him. "Get your fucking heads in the game. Don't disgrace Chuan Prefecture's spirit in front of these outsiders."
"Motherfuckers, who wants to cut down our Brother Thirteen?"
"Kill these fucking bastards!"
"What the fuck do a few thousand people count for? When has our Pao Ge Society ever backed down?"
The Pao Ge members showed no fear, their fighting spirit boiling.
"Take my Brother Thirteen and go first." Little Cat spat out his cigarette butt and walked toward the pursuers without looking back.
Hundreds against thousands.
Nearly ten times their number.
The Pao Ge members did not so much as frown.
These Sichuan men had never had it in their bones to cower before outsiders.
Who cared whether there were thousands or tens of thousands? Fight first, talk later.
"MLGB, you messed with our young Boss. Did you ask the tens of thousands of Pao Ge