"My, my brother?"
After hearing that, Wen Xu was completely dumbfounded.
But he didn't stay stunned for long, because Short Fatty's shout brought all the brothers rushing over.
Jiang Yi said to Wen Xu, "Leave the rest to you, I'll deal with this dead fatty. Can you handle it?"
Wen Xu was as excited as if he'd been injected with chicken blood, and his neck flushed red, "Piece of cake."
He picked up an iron rod and immediately started fighting with one of the guys who had charged at him.
That guy weighed about the same as Short Fatty but was much more agile.
Wen Xu swung his iron rod and missed, nearly tumbling himself over. Jiang Yi couldn't bear to watch.
As soon as Short Fatty's neck touched the blade, he immediately calmed down. He even tried to influence Jiang Yi's thoughts, saying, "Dear sister, don't be rash, listen to your brother first..."
"I'm not being rash," Jiang Yi retorted.
