"Fuck them up!"
"Fuck!"
"Charge!"
"Beat them up!"
"Charge! Fight it out with the large sects!"
"You thieving small sects, don't force me!"
"You guys forced our hands first!"
"Damn! Charge at them! Kill this group of non-affiliates!"
At once, chaos broke out on all three floors of the restaurant, as pots and pans, ladles and bowls came crashing to the floor. The tables were all flipped over one by one by the "martial artists"!
It was a brawl!
Close quarters combat!
The restaurant waiter exclaimed, "Stop fighting! All of you, stop fight—aiyo!" He got punched and wounded in the crossfire!
Yan Hui's companions kicked him a few more times and said, "This is what you get for trying to run a scam! You deserve it!"
The waiter cried out, "Help!"
Three people from the Iron Palm Sect rushed over at once. "Fuck!"
After exchanging three blows, Yan Hui's two companions were beaten to the ground!
