Bang, bang…
A series of muffled sounds rang out, and a dozen guys holding machetes flew backward.
One by one, they spat out blood in the air.
Some of them even fainted in the air.
When their bodies landed on the ground, the machetes in their hands flew to the side. The bald leader was dumbfounded.
Yes, he had drank, but his alcohol tolerance was not bad.
He was not drunk because he was going out to kill people. Therefore, at this time, he was only using alcohol to fight for his courage.
Now that he suddenly realized that his underlings had all been sent flying, his pupils constricted.
"I, I f*ck…" he muttered to himself and turned around, intending to escape.
It would be strange if he didn't escape.
That kid was simply too terrifying. In the moment he attacked, he sent one flying with one move. It would be useless for him to go up.
