"Fuck your mother's writing brush! It's just a damn restaurant, I refuse to believe I can't handle it."
"Fine! Since you won't leave, don't blame me!"
Niu Batian, now burning with rage, didn't care about those "wooden" diners; his reason had already been overwhelmed by fury.
"Smash it to smithereens!"
Niu Batian kicked over a stool and then raised his hand in command.
Just as those dozen or so men were about to rush up, dozens of fierce and malevolent youths ran in.
They quickly surrounded Niu Batian and his crew.
Niu Batian's group didn't have any weapons, just their bare fists.
But these dozens of youths who had charged in were a different story, each holding an electric baton, and their gazes were sharp and unified.
On sight, there was no comparison.
Trapped like this, the dozen or so men who came with Niu Batian stepped back and huddled together.
"Fuck, who are you guys!"
This scene somewhat diminished Niu Batian's momentum.
