In the midst of the arena, Jiang Chen made his move.
He turned his head, gave a slight smile to Bao Qiang, and said,
"Come on, the dogs are taken care of. Now it's your turn. Would you prefer a one-on-one fight or a gang beatdown? It's your choice!"
A chill ran through Bao Qiang, and he snapped back to his senses. Glancing left and right, he saw that there were more than fifty of his gang members present. With a bit more courage, he bellowed, "One-on-one my ass! Brothers, charge, chop him to death!"
"Charge, charge..."
The other underlings, void of courage, echoed feebly and rushed towards Jiang Chen.
Jiang Chen flashed a smile at Su Qingqing, then turned with a cold sweep of his eyes toward those approaching and suddenly darted forward.
Whoosh!
Slice, slice!
"Ah! My arm!"
Blood gleamed again, and the sound of a blade piercing flesh mixed with screams. The thug at the forefront had his arm chopped off by Jiang Chen and fell to the ground, howling in agony.
In an instant!
