While everyone else watched, he foolishly charged forward. The gang member, no longer holding back, struck out directly, and the two became entangled.
The minor leader, after all, was seasoned in street brawls. Upon seeing the man's clumsy movements, he immediately realized this fellow was just an ordinary person.
The thought that he had just been bluffed made rage surge within him.
"What the hell are you looking at? Get him!" the minor leader shouted, a cruel expression finally appearing on his face.
The man was no longer in his prime, and he had already endured a severe beating.
Even if he had the will to fight, he was powerless against the group assault. The minor leader even forbade the use of knives; he wanted to teach this fellow a lesson slowly.
By the time the man was beaten to the ground and unable to move, only the newbie on the Gang's side had taken a few punches. His face was swollen, but he had earned the minor leader's praise.
"You did well."
