Zhao Dong could tell at a glance that these people were, in all likelihood, here for him.
At that moment, Shen Zhuxin and Zhao Qirou also saw the scene, and the color drained from their faces.
Zhao Qirou involuntarily grabbed Zhao Dong's clothes and said nervously, "Brother… these people look like they're here for us."
Shen Zhuxin's pretty face also turned pale. They were just students, after all; they had never witnessed anything like this. A crowd of thirty or forty men closed in, every one of them burly and menacing, with murderous looks on their faces.
Sweat broke out in Shen Zhuxin's palms. She bit her lip and suddenly said, "Zhao Dong, there's a small door behind the gym. Maybe we should get out of here?"
Zhao Dong shook his head. "Why leave? Are you scared of them?"
Shen Zhuxin was taken aback. "Aren't you scared? There are so many of them! This is no time to act tough. We need to go, now!"
Zhao Dong remained unmoved, as if he hadn't heard a thing.
