"Damn, can't you live without bragging? You hit two of my brothers, and you still act so cocky, fine, you're tough. Guys, get your weapons!"
With a sweep of his hand, Brother Kun, whose long black hair flowed, signaled, and several blond punks behind him each picked up a wooden stick and slowly approached Yan Moshan.
"Hmph—"
Faced with a few punks charging at him head-on, Yan Moshan didn't choose to engage them directly, but instead decided to retreat first.
Yan Moshan turned and ran up the stairs, which immediately excited the blond punks who shouted:
"Damn it, you brag so fiercely, but you're scared when you see the sticks in our hands, huh? Chase him!"
As the staircase was too narrow, these punks had to follow each other in a line while running, but this meant that only one of them could face Yan Moshan first.
Yan Moshan had precisely calculated this and stopped suddenly when he reached the top of the stairs, turning around to see the blond punks lined up behind him.