After watching Wang Xiaolong's move, Liu Bingyun's forehead sprouted several black lines.
Li San couldn't help but twitch the corners of his mouth.
Using fists was indeed the most direct method.
But as the old saying goes, "Two fists are no match for four hands!"
With just one person's fists, taking on one or two guys is not a problem, but there are over twenty people on their side!
With that thought, he wanted Wang Xiaolong to quickly think of another plan.
But before he could speak up, Mr. Qiao and the bald guy's mocking voices had already risen.
"This is just too ridiculous, thought you had some tricks up your sleeve, turns out after all this fuss you still just want to fight it out!"
"Kid, I admit you're strong, your punch might be even more powerful than mine, but even if you're that great, can you withstand the attack of over twenty steel pipes at once?"
