More than fifty people, like a frenzied herd of bulls, charged at Yu Qiang.
"Fuck, I was just getting into it when you, a son of a bitch, started yelling. I won't stop until I beat the crap out of you."
Yu Qiang was petrified by this scene.
What did these people want to do?
Soon, he found out.
Fists rained down on Yu Qiang like a torrential downpour, causing him to scream incessantly.
Twenty seconds later.
Yu Qiang lay on the ground covered in bruises, his thick glasses shattered, two of his teeth had fallen out, and blood dripped from his mouth.
After beating Yu Qiang, the group roared at him, "Fuck, make a fuss again, and we'll kill you."
Having said that, the mob couldn't wait to gather again, their gaze markedly shifting to the basketball court.
"How many baskets now?"
"One hundred seventy-seven," someone replied.
"Not bad, not bad, I didn't miss much."
The teachers who rushed over were shocked. Yu Qiang was beaten up by a group?
