Shen Jun, with "good intentions," had reduced Wang Yu's number of opponents by one. Faced with such an outcome, Wang Yu could only chuckle. However, on second thought, there wasn't really any difference between ten and nine.
Although the Baldhead Association seemed to have many people, in reality, only four or five of them could attack Wang Yu at the same time. The rest could only shout and bolster the scene from the perimeter, for there simply wasn't enough room for them to squeeze in.
Of course, having lots of people was definitely advantageous, at the very least capable of wearing down the opponent's stamina.
Before long, nine Baldhead muscle men lined up in front of Wang Yu. Each of them clenched their fists tightly, glaring at Wang Yu as if they couldn't wait to tear him apart and devour him whole.
