"This..."
Clutching the bottle in his hand, he didn't know what to do for a moment.
Put it down? But he didn't dare to move!
These people usually relied on their numbers.
Most of the time, fights wouldn't even start.
With Cesar Pendleton backing them, ordinary people wouldn't dare to offend them.
If they encountered someone with a bit of strength, they would count on their superior numbers, making the other party hesitate to make a move.
In other words, they could go out a hundred times a year, and chances are they might not even get into a single fight.
Now, he was suddenly so scared that he felt like an idiot.
"Move it! Aren't you damn tough?"
Allen swung his hammer, directly smashing the guy's head and causing blood to flow.
"Ouch!"
The guy fell to the ground, attempting to feign unconsciousness to bluff his way out of the situation.
Bang!
Allen kicked him in the leg.
"Ah..."
The man curled up in pain on the ground.
"Now, what about you guys!"
