"So, you're not planning to make way?" Feng Zhixiao coldly stared at the muscular man.
"If you've got the guts, step over our dead bodies!" the muscular man replied coldly.
"Did you all hear that, brothers?" Feng Zhixiao turned his head and shouted, "They said we should step over their dead bodies. Don't hold back, kill them for me!"
Roar, roar, roar...
In an instant, more than twenty people charged together, the opponents were only just over ten. A small-scale melee quickly drew blood on the scene. Feng Zhixiao and his group were fearless against the people of Qiao Bang, so how could they fear these small-time punks refusing to make way? Feng Zhixiao wielding the Mountain Axe, swung it viciously onto the muscular man's shoulder, making him stagger as he tried to resist with a steel pipe, but Dahei kicked him aside.
Bang...
