After two rounds, half of the people across lay down. Those remaining were steadier, carrying more dangerous knives and daggers, arms adorned with colorful tattoos, clearly gangsters, and some had scars on their faces.
Dragon Three wielding an iron rod, posed in a battle stance, eyes sharp and calm. Back when Dragon Three served in the army, he had fought countless soldiers; these white gangsters were truly beneath him.
A fearless white guy held a dagger, sidestepped slowly, inching towards Dragon Three. Dragon Three swung the rod at him; the guy, surprisingly agile, retreated a half step, not expecting Dragon Three's feint, treating the rod as a sword, missed and immediately stabbed at the guy's chest, causing his ribs to ache, unsteady, falling breathless to the ground, and Dragon Three seized the chance to rush forward, giving a solid blow to his forehead.
Song Xiaodong noticed Dragon Three's move, exchanged a glance with Sun Yiyi and Chu Xianling, showing approval.
