They had long found Chen Wei distasteful, snarling with such arrogance alone against so many people, utterly dismissive of themselves and their brothers.
It was merely that Cao San had not given the order earlier, but now that he had, those who held the most contempt for Chen Wei couldn't wait to rush him, taking three steps as if they were one, charging toward him with a gleaming blade raised high.
They were from Tianding Entertainment; in Tianding's territory, Master Ding's word was law. Even if they chopped Chen Wei with a chaotic flurry of knives, they feared no one would come after them.
At this moment, in their eyes, even describing Chen Wei as a punching bag was an understatement—his utmost value was no more than that.
All were hoping that he would be able to take a beating, lest they not get two strikes in before he was cold and lifeless.
