"They'll stop when they're tired," Xiao Junyan remarked indifferently, watching with his hands behind his back, showing no intention to intervene.
A crowd had gathered around, watching the fight unfold. Those eager for more drama even cheered them on from the sidelines. Though the seven in the center were brawling, they knew their limits—no weapons were drawn. They simply clenched their fists and beat each other mercilessly.
The sound of fists landing on flesh made Yun Qi wince in pain for the three youths. As she watched, a flash of vicious intent crossed the eyes of one of the silk-clad youths. A cold gleam seemed to flicker in his clenched fist as he swung hard at the head of a youth pinned to the ground. She couldn't help but suck in a sharp breath.
The youth's intent was truly vicious—a needle concealed within his fist. Was he intending to kill the boy on the ground?
