"Damn, can you even do it?" Zhang Lang laughed out loud from the side.
"Screw you, mine is way stronger than Yan Bu'Er's!" Feng Zhixiao snorted with pride.
Just as Feng Zhixiao was showing off, his brothers all gave him a disdainful look, leaving him bewildered: "What kind of look is that?"
Everyone made a contemptuous gesture, saying, "Zhixiao, comparing yourself to Yan Bu'Er in that regard is really rather sad!"
"Damn it, you bastards, how dare you. Go back and look at our fallen brothers!" Feng Zhixiao shouted angrily. Immediately, everyone bowed their heads. At this moment, news came from the South City District that Dahei and Jiang Wei barely held the Rolling Stone Bar. Although there were no deaths, more than half of the brothers were injured and all sent to the hospital. On the casino side, those with serious injuries were taken to the hospital as well, but Feng Zhixiao kept holding on, nearly losing his life on the way back if a little brother hadn't discovered his wound.
