When the people wearing death masks were revealed, they found that weren't just one person, ten people, or a hundred people. There were over a thousand people.
The hooligans were all shocked.
"F*ck!"
"F*ck!"
"F*ck!"
"Oh my god!"
When the leader of the hooligans saw this scene, he could not help but swallow a mouthful of saliva.
"A few thousand death judges?! What the f*ck!"
However, he was already riding a tiger and couldn't back down. He braced himself and said, "Brothers, hold on for me." After saying that, he retreated to the last row and found a safe position. He watched quietly.
The small hooligans all merged into the main door with a "huala" sound. It was as if they had been injected with stimulants and had an imposing manner that could not be opened by thousands of people.
