Er Long and a few brothers who led the charge had just broken through the door when they were surrounded by a group of sixteen or seventeen-year-old kids, giving them a sense of déjà vu of being trapped in a people's war.
After just two rounds of confrontation, Er Long and about a dozen others retreated with their faces covered in wounds, in quite a disheveled state.
Yuan Ye was furious at this sight. He couldn't handle a fierce man like Wang Hao at the moment. Now, dealing with a traitor was proving to be such a hassle.
"Charge for me, charge inside. I want to tear Black Panther, this traitor, into pieces and make his life worse than death!"
Er Long knew that their young master had been bottling up anger all night, anxiously looking for a way to vent. Not daring any delay, he immediately rallied his men, grabbing sticks and machetes to charge back into the doorway.
