"Brothers, let's fight them. There are more of us; they only have three people. If we all go at once, they won't stand a chance against us," that man shouted.
His shout rallied the people around him; many raised their fists, eager to charge forward.
After all, not many who mix in these circles are virtuous, and they all have a bloodthirsty nature deep in their bones.
At that moment, the dagger in Xiang Yu's hand suddenly flew out. Everyone just saw a flash, and the man who had spoken now had a dagger stuck in his neck. With his mouth agape, his eyes fixedly stared at Xiang Yu, clearly showing an expression of dying with unresolved grievances.
"I don't want to kill anyone; don't push me," Xiang Yu said, standing on the car, looking down with a faint smile on his face.
The people around, seeing Xiang Yu's smiling face, were so scared that they all took a step back; life is precious, and no one wants to die.
