Hearing the other party's foul language, Xu Wenping raised his eyebrows.
He was a little angry. The other party's rudeness made his anger rise.
"What if I don't let you and just sit here?"
"D*mn it, brothers, go and kill him."
As soon as he finished speaking, the young man in the lead took the lead and punched Xu Wenping's head.
The power of this punch looked very strong, but in Xu Wenping's eyes, it was just ordinary.
Almost at the same time as he attacked, the others also attacked or directly kicked him.
To them, beating people up was nothing.
They had hit people countless times, and almost every time, they had succeeded.
Therefore, beating people up had become a habit. They would always let loose when they beat someone up. It was not a big deal if they injured someone.
The habit they had formed had already become a routine for them.
It was the same this time.
