Strength in numbers?
On this point, they were in complete agreement with Zhao Li, having more people doesn't necessarily mean being stronger.
Before this, who among the crowd could have imagined that a dozen burly men could be scared stiff by a young man who, in their eyes, was still wet behind the ears?
It was just ridiculous, a new level of ridiculousness!
"Pfft!" Seeing their timid and cringing demeanor, Zhao Li was so angry blood rushed to his chest and he spat out half a meter of old blood from his mouth.
He cursed, "Idiots! A bunch of idiots! What's the use of feeding you all!"
"You have the nerve to talk about them, aren't you just as useless? What's the use of me keeping you?"
"..." Zhao Li had nothing to say in response.
He felt that Lin Junbao was too disrespectful to him.
Even though he was badly injured because of Lin Junbao, the latter didn't appreciate him at all, a real ingrate!
Zhao Li regretted it. Why had he bothered to do such a thankless task?
