Xu Ke watched the incoming crowd with a subtle, mocking smile at the corner of his mouth. These people thought they could rely on numbers to win, little knowing that their attacks were full of flaws in Xu Ke's eyes. They had no sense of coordination and didn't understand the meaning of cooperation; they simply attacked in their own ways. The whole group assault was just like a fishing net, riddled with holes.
Xu Ke didn't spend much effort and knocked everyone to the ground; from start to finish, they didn't even manage to dirty the corner of his clothes.
By the time Xu Ke finished his fight, only he and Biao, who was barely standing while leaning on a wall, were left standing in the booth. Everyone else was already lying on the ground, clutching their wounds and starting to wail.
Xu Ke's gaze slowly shifted from the people on the ground to Biao, "Are you Biao?" Xu Ke asked coldly, a smirk pulling at his lips.
