Zhao Xiong was like a young giant.
Tang Wen, a delicate young master.
The female gang members couldn't bear to watch.
Will the Seventh Young Master get beaten to a pulp?
He's only eighteen, they said.
Most of the male gang members, however, had looks of schadenfreude in their eyes.
They didn't think Tang Wen stood a chance, but more importantly, they supported Zhao Xiong.
After all, Zhao Xiong had climbed his way up from the bottom.
In their hearts, they were more willing to support Zhao Xiong than this Seventh Young Master, Tang Wen, who had just appeared out of nowhere.
Especially since he was so damn handsome!
Few men like a pretty boy.
The crowd below was pessimistic.
As were those on the stage.
The experts of the Black Water Gang had much keener judgment than the ordinary members.
However, Tang Wen's Stealth Technique was now at the Expert Level.
The massive platform spanned several acres in size.
