Li Xiaoqiang's words fell, and, led by Spore, they charged straight over, their group descending like tigers down a hill.
Spore, dragging a streetlamp pole, swept across, sending dozens screaming as they were flung away, and the calamity spread to dozens more. In an instant, nearly fifty of He Gang's side had lost their combat power.
Those who had just been ready to make a last stand saw this scene and were so frightened their calves twitched and their legs gave way. They quickly threw aside the iron rods in their hands, clasped their heads with both hands, and knelt on the ground begging for mercy.
Some were so scared they wet themselves-when had they ever seen such fierce men?
It was like Loose Immortal fighting mortals; their resistance was nothing but seeking abuse, and these clever folks sure didn't have the loyalty known in the jianghu.
What is loyalty?
When compared to life, it's just a fart, gone as soon as it's released!
He Gang had lost!
