"Ah!"
Blondie let out a blood-curdling scream as he felt his bones might break under the crushing weight.
"You're dead!"
The newcomer was Mo Han, who had just parked his electric bike nearby and witnessed Blondie and his gang robbing his godmother's fanny pack.
His godmother had raised him. She had always treated him like her own son. Seeing her bullied, Mo Han had been seething with rage.
The gang members saw someone daring to lay hands on their boss and quickly picked up chairs to slam down on the assailant.
Bang!
Mo Han flipped and landed a whip kick, sending the attacker flying.
Blondie's gang ruled over Liberation Street, used to intimidating others, with no one ever daring to fight back.
But now, this young man was resisting, and even striking them first—wasn't his bravery a bit too much?
With the help of his minions, Blondie stood up, a cold glint in his eyes, "Motherfucker, you dare hit me?"
"Brothers, take him down!"
