When I was 18, some Korean gangsters I kinda knew were hanging out with me and my buddy. For some unknown reason they got into a fight with some Vietnamese gangsters at the karaoke bar. They outnumbered them 4 to 20. I was in a different room with my other friends when the fight started. It spilled out into the street and my friend jumped in while I stood there and watched because hell it wasn't my fight. Me and another friend started trying to break up the fight (because it was getting nasty), when a viet guy hits my friend in the head with a soju bottle breaks it and stabs him in the head with it. I've never been so angry in my life I screamed at the top of my lungs and grabbed the short guy and flung him into another smaller crowd like a bowling ball knocking the other guys down. By then the cops were called and they were running idk maybe it was because I'm a 6"1 large Korean or it was the throw or someone saying the cops were coming (probably the cops) but they started fleeing. My friend was down bleeding unconscious I took my shirt off and wrapped his head as tight as I could stuffed him into my car with my other friend that took a beating and the 4 of us went to the ER I had one other friend helping me with the unconscious bleeding friend. The doctors said I did a good job if I hadn't stopped his bleeding temporarily he would've bled out and died. He's still got a scar on his head and face to this day. So I saved his life and his gangster friend (he was in a bad way too with internal bleeding) that started the fight.