Just as Zhao Rong and several thugs began to fight, the faculty members living in the nearby dormitory building crowded around. When they saw Zhao Rong, a seemingly frail young man, fighting five or six thugs armed with long knives barehanded, they couldn't help but gasp in amazement.
A man carrying a thermos, on his way to get hot water, commented, "This young man is like an egg striking a rock. I think he's going to get hacked to pieces by these thugs, maybe even killed…"
A man with thick glasses, squinting at the scene and clearly not optimistic about Zhao Rong's chances, said, "Students from the Sports Academy are in great shape, but even so, it's impossible for one person to win a fight against four or five others…"
