"Ow, ow, ow, let go, let go... let go quickly!"
Pang Hu couldn't stand it much longer, the invisible suction force was about to crush his bones.
"Ah—"
With a "crack," Pang Hu truly felt a bone in his fist break; he screamed as loud as he could, but his voice didn't carry.
"Sigh, still the same cowardly look."
Jiang Xiaobai kicked Pang Hu out, who rolled down the embankment. The remaining few buddies Pang Hu brought back from the provincial city were frightened by how effortlessly Jiang Xiaobai had handled Pang Hu; none of them dared to confront Jiang Xiaobai.
"Aren't you all supposed to be good at fighting against ten?" Jiang Xiaobai turned around, smiled at those few, and waved his hand, "Come on, why don't we have a match?"
Seeing Jiang Xiaobai's skills, they didn't dare to fight him; they scrambled onto their motorcycles and sped off in a cloud of dust.
