Saying this, he indifferently waved his hand, "All of you, serve him well! Did you hear me?!"
"Don't worry, Young Master."
A group of muscular men surged forward, surrounding Ding tightly in the middle.
The fans and bystanders, who were originally watching, couldn't help but retreat three steps when they saw such a large display.
"Quick, hit him!!!" Alonzo Foster couldn't wait any longer, shouting with saliva flying everywhere.
The words fell.
The group of brawny men struck simultaneously, each hurling punches at various parts of Ding's body. Those present all closed their eyes, not daring to watch, already imagining the scene of Ding with a broken head, blood flowing, broken bones, and legs, lying on the ground in unbearable pain...
However, those who hadn't had time to close their eyes witnessed an astonishing scene—
Only to see.
