Zhang Xiaowei dropped this bomb and turned his head to look at Zhao Hu.
"Not leaving, waiting to get beat up?"
At this moment, Zhao Hu had already been shocked by Zhang Xiaowei's extraordinary display of strength earlier, standing there like a petrified chicken.
It was only after Zhang Xiaowei's reminder that he snapped back to reality.
The very same person who had arrogantly declared earlier that Zhang Xiaowei didn't need to intervene was now at a loss for words.
But he could see the situation clearly now, and realized staying would be futile.
After hesitating for a while, he still walked over to Zhang Xiaowei's side.
On the other hand, the group he had brought with him started to make a ruckus again, clearly irritated.
"Do I just take a beating for nothing and let it go?"
Hearing this, Zhang Xiaowei snorted disdainfully.
"Then stay here if you like."
Zhao Hu had a troubled look on his face since he was the one who had brought them.
