"Come out!" A loud shout echoed, and outside, the crowd surged as Liu the Tyrant, holding a long spear, charged out in the lead, followed by the Four Heavenly Kings. An endless stream of people poured in from every conceivable entrance: the windows, the upper floors, the back door... every place that could admit a person was swamped with them entering ceaselessly. Yan Bu'er was instantly shocked. "Damn, how come there are so many people?!"
"Fantastic, long live Brother Chen, long live Brother Chen!" The Heavenly Reversal Gang's little brothers, who had been beaten until they bled, exclaimed in surprise. Brother Chen was indeed formidable; he had brought back so many people in just one go. Feng Zhixiao was overjoyed, and a sharp glint appeared in Da Hei's eyes. In the hall, this ragtag army immediately caused a commotion. Angry, Yan Bu'er bellowed, "Everyone, steady! Don't panic."
"Gang Leader Yan, we're just here to help, not to die!"
