Qian Feng was so terrified that he hurriedly crouched down and covered his head.
And those holding watermelon knives stood motionless, what had just happened was so quick, so dangerous.
If that knife had deviated even slightly, Chen Haonan would have been dead.
"Still wanna play?"
Zhang Xiaofan said indifferently.
Play? This damn near cost someone their life and he's talking about playing.
"Fuck... you... motherf... don't think... I'm... scared... easily."
"Bro... thers... don't be cowards, keep... going at him!"
Chen Haonan wasn't stuttering, it was just that an instinctual shiver in his body made him speak less fluently.
Chen Haonan had reached his position today through physical struggle, he can't cower just because he's scared.
Those brothers holding watermelon knives, upon hearing Chen Haonan's words, started to hesitate.
They wanted to rush forward but couldn't step out.
