"Do not be afraid, Dollar is on his own and we can join forces to get rid of him first," a young man geared up and said.
"Exactly, let’s get rid of the little angel first." Someone looked at Han Sen greedily, as if he were looking at a naked woman.
"Ha-ha, Dollar. I am a big fan, so I’ll try to be gentle with you."
"Dollar, do not run, take my punch..."
Suddenly nearly a hundred people on the stage all threw themselves at Han Sen while yelling frantically.
"S*#t! What the heck? Shouldn’t my fans be protecting me rather than beating me up..." thought Han Sen bitterly.
Although these people looked menacing, they weren’t using any weapon. No one was trying to get involved in a desperate fight with Han Sen.
Basically, the stronger persons had all registered relatively early. Those who had waited until this time to register were most likely relatively weak or new to God’s Sanctuary.
