But the good times didn't last long, as Wang Shuo's men were ultimately outnumbered by Zhao Hu's by two thirds.
As the battle intensified, Wang Shuo's men all sustained injuries to varying degrees.
Seeing Wang Shuo and the others struggling to hang on, Wu Gang sighed.
He had no intention of helping; after all, he had made himself very clear earlier.
If Wang Shuo didn't even have the courage to take a gamble, then he was destined to be unsuited for the underworld.
Even if he could save Wang Shuo for a moment, he couldn't save him for a lifetime, could he?
Two minutes later, Wang Shuo's group was beaten to the point of having no strength to fight back.
Even two of the underlings had collapsed to the ground, lacking the strength to even move, and could be killed at any moment.
"Xiao Zhi, Xiao Feng!"
Wang Shuo's eyes were red. He wanted to save his two underlings, but sadly, he himself was like a clay Buddha crossing a river—barely able to save himself, let alone others.
