Everyone turned their gaze to the spot where Su Ming was standing, their faces showing doubt, feeling that Hao Guanyu was making a fuss over nothing.
They thought this young man, who looked thin and frail, seemingly without the strength to truss a chicken...
Would actually need a group of over twenty people to gang up on him?
If this got out, it would probably invite ridicule from those in the underworld, thinking they were bullying the weak with numbers.
Just then, a commotion came from not far away.
It turned out to be the security guards and waiters inside the Blue Moon Hotel, all coming forward holding various "weapons".
Some had steel pipes, bricks, while others held wine bottles and plates.
"Brother Ming!" the crowd that arrived saw Su Ming and shouted in unison.
There were over a hundred of them, packing the somewhat narrow corridor tightly.
Their loud and orderly voices exuded respect, echoing in the ears of Hao Guanyu's group like morning bells and evening drums.
