"Fuck, why are we afraid of them?" sneered the leader in black, then he added, "They are all nobodies. Which of these waiters can fight? I alone can take them all down!"
Saying this, the leader in black, wielding an iron stick, charged forward. The dozen or so men behind him followed suit. The boss had taken the lead; naturally, they couldn't lag behind, so they all rushed forward, weapons in hand.
Waiters are still waiters, suitable for filling up the scene. But once they really need to go into battle, this bunch will definitely turn into cowards. Seeing the opposition charging at them, they immediately panicked.
"It's over, they're coming."
"What do we do? What do we do?"
The group was extremely flustered and seemingly scared and tense. They were very chaotic inside, their eyes revealing panic. If it weren't for Liu Xiaolei standing still at the scene, they would've probably scattered long ago.
