Zhang Su had been waiting for the people from the mountain to come down. Seeing everything ready, he said, "Let's all enjoy the show together. Since everyone is here, let's begin!"
The setup was simple, with plenty of people on site. The fighters were enthusiastic, and under direction, they quickly formed a circle, not very large, with a diameter of about ten meters.
Zhang Su occupied half of the circle, facing nine members of the Flying Wolf Gang. They had been thoroughly checked multiple times; not even a hidden weapon or a lighter tucked in a sock escaped scrutiny. The most exaggerated was a lady who used a bitter tea elastic band to strap a survival whistle to her metal keychain—not worried about discomfort.
In this primitive duel, no weapons were allowed, filled with a wild and violent beauty.
An area of about eighty square meters accommodated ten people, not appearing crowded, but if a life-and-death fight were to unfold, moving freely would be difficult.
