Qin Feng walked down from the third floor to the first, the twenty-something punks who could still move followed him down the stairs.
The whole scene was hilarious, kind of like a game of "eagle catching chicks."
Every step Qin Feng took forward, the "chicks" retreated one step back.
On the first floor stood three burly, beefy tough guys—all bald with big faces and thick necks.
On this scorching hot day, they all had their shirts off, just wearing black tank tops. Either a dragon tattoo down their arm or a scorpion inked across their chest.
They'd just heard the ruckus upstairs and thought their boys were beating someone up for fun.
But when Qin Feng came downstairs, and they saw all their brothers with bruised faces and swollen eyes, they suddenly realized they were the ones getting beaten up by someone else.
In the lobby on the first floor, there was a huge mess of blankets and clothes thrown around, pots and pans all smashed on the floor too.
