Most of these people were street ruffians and hoodlums. In the first round, so many had been shot, they would faint at the sight of blood. Their morale had already dropped by half, so their legs had gone a bit weak with fear, and now they were being slashed until blood flowed like a river.
Consequently, the disparity became obvious, and those from the Qiao Gang started to scatter.
"Shit, I joined the gang to live the good life, but now I'm about to lose my life—how can I enjoy anything after that? Let's run!" a little brother yelled, throwing down his cleaver and taking off. But he didn't get far before Qiao Si raised his blade and chopped the kid's head off. "Anyone who tries to run gets killed without mercy!"
