Upon hearing Li Huai's words, all the onlookers couldn't help but gasp.
Although the youngster had won the fight, his opponents were all wealthy offspring who drove million-dollar luxury cars.
In a society controlled by money and power, having strong fists alone just won't cut it.
"Young man, you'd better reconsider. We're not asking mercy for these arrogant guys; we're worried about your sake."
"Take advantage of the police's absence, just leave without making a fuss!"
"These two gentlemen are right!"
Li Huai appreciated the goodwill of the crowd. He was known to keep his word, so he didn't change his mind.
Meanwhile, his brothers had started. Shen Yingtian punched the Lamborghini. The car body only dented a bit, feeling this would exhaust strength and waste time.
Shen Yingtian came up with an idea and walked to a guy wearing a colorful sweater, "Is this car yours?!"
"Of course, and what's your point?!"
Slap!
Shen Yingtian slapped him across the face.
