Zhou Hai looked at Ye Tian's impressive demeanor and knew he couldn't show any weakness himself; otherwise, how would he get by in the future? He picked up a steel pipe from the ground and said, "Young brother, let me help you!"
Seeing Zhou Hai charging over, the brothers from the Qiangxiong Gang swarmed to attack. Damn, this was about two million yuan.
The steel pipe in Zhou Hai's hands landed on a guy's shoulder, knocking him to the ground. Zhou Hai shouted, "Come on, let the Qiangxiong Gang see that Zhou Hai is not a pushover!"
The Qiangxiong Gang had already been mostly taken care of by Ye Tian, and now with Zhou Hai adding a few more strikes, there was only a group of guys left, beaten until they were rolling around in desperation.
"Not a single one of you can fight, garbage!" said Ye Tian, looking at the dozens of guys who were either dead or injured, all sprawled out on the ground.
"No, this can't be possible!" Zhu Youkun shook his head, his fleshy face quivering.
