"Damn it, reinforcements, I called for them."
Tang Ming let out a long sigh of relief, then immediately had the table moved and led everyone out.
He saw Meng Xianjun and Shao Wuyou coming from both sides of the corridor, taking down countless men in black along the way, while Hua Yingjie stood off to the side holding Old Goat.
"Wow, how did you end up like this?"
Looking at the bruised and bloodied Tang Ming, Meng Xianjun and the others were stunned.
"Don't mention it, almost lost it in the gutter, almost got killed by some punk."
Tang Ming sat heavily on the ground, checking his injuries while complaining.
"That's insane. If people knew you got messed up like this by these clowns, they'd laugh their heads off!"
Shao Wuyou leaned in close to Tang Ming, poking at the wound on his head.
"Ouch, ouch, ouch."
Tang Ming yelled through gritted teeth.
"Thanks for arriving in time, you guys... you're amazing fighters."
