Six cars all had their high beams on, making the eyes of the eight people dazzle, and for a moment, they couldn't see anything.
All they could see was a few tall figures seemingly coming down from the cars, walking closer and closer to them.
The eight of them simultaneously sensed danger and instinctively wanted to run, but their vision hadn't recovered, so they could only cover their eyes while shouting threats, hoping to scare the others off.
But this tactic clearly didn't work, because the next second they felt something cover their heads, their vision went black, and they fell to the ground, beaten with sticks, only able to crawl and cry out.
From shouting threats to crying and begging for mercy, it didn't even take a minute.
But no matter how they begged, the people beating them showed no mercy, until they had no strength left to crawl or roll, only then did they reluctantly stop.
