What? You're a notorious bandit? What a coincidence, me too!

"Lin Chang'an, what the hell are you saying?" someone cursed angrily.

"Aren't you all ashamed of yourselves?!"

Lin Chang'an looked at this group of spirited young men. The youngest was seventeen or eighteen years old, and the oldest was about the same age as him, twenty-four or twenty-five. They were all at an age where they were fearless.

If we let these people continue fighting, someone might actually die.

Hearing Lin Chang'an's cursing, several impulsive people clenched their fists and were about to punch him, but Chen Hao stopped them.

"Lin Chang'an, what do you mean?"

Chen Hao, with a cold face and the demeanor of a big shot, held the stick in front of him.

"It's shameful to lose when you outnumber someone, and there's nothing to be proud of even if you win," Lin Chang'an glanced at him.

The people around were stunned. They looked at each other, their faces showing some embarrassment.

"Tch, I thought you could spout some nonsense!"

Someone in the crowd scoffed, "So what if we outnumbered them? We still won, that's all that matters."

However, seeing that no one around him agreed with him as soon as he spoke, he could only shut up awkwardly.

Chen Hao frowned; Lin Chang'an's words made him feel powerless.

"We've already fucking done it, and you're spouting this bullshit. Are you just making excuses for not daring to fight?"

Lin Chang'an retorted, "What, you're afraid to admit that what I said is true?"

The people around us looked at each other.

Chen Hao was instantly enraged by Lin Chang'an's words, and raised the stick directly to Lin Chang'an's face.

"Okay, so you think you're pretty awesome? Let's try it one-on-one then."

As soon as Chen Hao spoke, the people around him erupted in excitement.

Lin Chang'an shook his head. "Why should I argue with you?"

Chen Hao scoffed, "I fucking knew you wouldn't dare."

Lin Chang'an looked at this person with mental problems and sighed helplessly.

He looked around on the ground and said to the men lying on the ground, "Did you hear that? Who else can fight? This time, it's not a group fight, it's one-on-one."

The people on the ground looked at each other, but no one spoke.

"You can leave once you beat him one-on-one," Lin Chang'an said, pointing at Chen Hao.

Chen Hao raised an eyebrow. "Lin Chang'an, you motherfucker..."

Lin Chang'an laughed and said, "What, you don't dare?"

"What the hell wouldn't I dare to do?"

Seeing that everyone around him was looking at him, Chen Hao spat on the ground and echoed Lin Chang'an's words: "If any of you can beat me, I'll let you go, and that will count as a win."

"Really?" asked the person lying on the ground.

"I keep my word."

Chen Hao looked at the people around him: "What do you all say?"

There was a two-second silence, then everyone nodded.

"One-on-one, I'll crush him."

"Sure, let's go solo. That way, the people who run the stores won't go back and say we're ganging up on the smaller ones."

"Fiddle with it."

Lin Chang'an's instigation stirred up everyone around him, and no one disagreed.

The people leaving the shop huddled together, whispering amongst themselves for a moment, when a lean young man stepped out from the crowd.

The people around them tacitly left the center empty and watched the two of them excitedly.

"Jiang Wen, it's up to you now," someone shouted from the shop.

"Chen Hao, get him."

"Take him down!" shouted the people from Pubei.

Lin Chang'an smiled slightly, wondering what these people were so excited about.

Chen Hao looked at Jiang Wen with disdain, not taking him seriously at all.

"bring it on."

He threw down the stick and clenched his fist.

Chen Hao made the first move, leaping forward half a step and punching Jiang Wen in the face.

That punch was fast and powerful; it was clear the user had some skill.

Jiang Wen reacted quickly, turning his head to the left to dodge the punch.

Almost at the same moment he dodged, he slammed his elbow into Chen Hao's ribs.

Chen Hao winced in pain, his body arching instantly.

His gaze shifted from disdain to seriousness; he hadn't expected Jiang Wen to have some tricks up his sleeve.

Before he could think it through, Jiang Wen's fists rained down on him.

Chen Hao raised his arm to block the attack, then swung his right fist like a whip, aiming straight for Jiang Wen's temple, clearly intending to strike hard.

Jiang Wen quickly stepped back, creating distance between the two.

Less than ten seconds have passed since the start of the fight, and everyone around is watching with bated breath.

"This Jiang Wen seems to have some skills."

"Nonsense, he attended a martial arts school for several years."

Chen Hao glared fiercely at Jiang Wen. He had just exchanged blows and found himself at a disadvantage.

"Kid, I won't hold back!"

As he spoke, he strode forward, swaying his body, gradually approaching like a boxer.

"Chen Hao, get him!"

The people around started shouting and making a ruckus.

The two started fighting again.

Lin Chang'an watched the two men fight, exchanging punches and kicks, then checked his pockets and found he was out of cigarettes.

At this moment, Guo Xiaowu and his group were already standing beside him watching the commotion.

"Xiao Wu, have a cigarette."

He had barely opened his mouth when the people around him gasped in surprise. When they looked up, they saw Chen Hao being kicked away by Jiang Wen, clutching his stomach and unable to get up for a long time.

The people who came down from the shop cheered when they saw this.

"Jiang Wen is awesome!"

"Jiang Wenwei is mighty!"

Chen Hao, panting heavily, glared fiercely at Jiang Wen, then suddenly sprang up from the ground.

He suddenly had a gleaming folding knife in his hand and stabbed it towards Jiang Wen's chest.

Jiang Wengang had just recovered a bit from the grappling and saw the knife coming at him. He was so frightened that he instinctively dodged to the side, barely avoiding the fatal blow.

But before he could even regain his footing, Chen Hao stabbed him again with his second knife.

Jiang Wen's face turned deathly pale. He couldn't dodge the knife. He watched helplessly as it slowly approached him, and his legs went weak.

Just then, a hand suddenly reached out and gripped Chen Hao's wrist tightly, like an iron clamp.

The tip of the knife stopped less than an inch from Jiang Wen's chest.

Chen Hao struggled hard, but his wrist wouldn't budge. He looked at the person who was blocking him.

Lin Chang'an had a cigarette dangling from his mouth, unlit, and a helpless expression on his face.

"What? You can't beat them, so you resort to violence?" Lin Chang'an's voice was calm, but it carried an indescribable sense of oppression.

Chen Hao then noticed the looks in the eyes of the people around him. Some were surprised, some were disdainful, and some of his brothers looked a little uncomfortable.

"none of your business!"

Enraged, Chen Hao twisted his wrist and stabbed Lin Chang'an with the blade.

Lin Chang'an cursed inwardly: What a fucking idiot.

He tightened his grip on Chen Hao's wrist, his body slumped down, and he pulled him to the side.

This dissipated all of Chen Hao's strength, causing him to lose his balance and fall flat on his face with a "thud."

But then Chen Hao got up again, gripped the knife, and lunged at Lin Chang'an.