The burly man was momentarily stunned when he saw these people getting up, but soon burst into wild laughter, "It's hilarious. Just you old, weak, sick, and disabled folks think you can fight me?"
With that, the burly man raised his hand, and the ten or so people following him rushed forward to line up beside him.
These people also held "weapons".
However, in terms of quality, they were clearly no match for Qi Ercai's group.
The best weapons among them were two blunt kitchen knives; the rest were either sticks or more sticks, basically scavenged from the woods.
Qi Ercai frowned, standing at the front, and said coldly, "We don't want to fight, and more of our people are arriving soon. If a fight breaks out, you won't gain any advantage. I suggest you find another place to settle before it gets completely dark."
"I've taken a liking to this place today! You better clear out! If you don't, I'll beat you to death!"
The burly man waved his fist.
