"We are a skinhead butcher!" When Crowe saw that his men had given their names, the trucks in front of him didn't give way at all. Instead, two trucks ran in parallel, blocking all their roads.

"who are they? What are they going to do? " The butcher Crowe is also a smart guy. When people hear his name and put on this posture, they obviously rely on him and have confidence. But Crowe couldn't understand where the other side's morale came from? Look at those big trucks, there are at most 200 people, but there are nearly 600 people on my side. Isn't the other side really a fool?...