Zhu Honggong fidgeted as he stood rooted to the ground. He was hesitating, truly reluctant to go out and meet his opponent.
Yu Zhenghai, on the other hand, seemed calm as though he was waiting to watch a good show.
'Crying won't solve the problem. If I can't defeat them, I can always run away!' With these thoughts in mind, Zhu Honggong coughed softly twice. He looked at the subordinate next to him and said, "Fight by my side!"
Perhaps, Zhu Honggong's subordinate did not register Zhu Honggong's words, or perhaps, the habit had been deeply ingrained in his mind, he said instinctively, "Gang Leader, quick! To the back of the mountain!"
"What do you mean to the back of the mountain? We're going to fight!" Zhu Honggong said before he kicked his subordinate.
The two of them walked out of the stronghold.
