"Hahahahahahaha!"
Ye Chen looked at the robust man and suddenly started laughing.
"What are you laughing at?"
The robust man seemed a bit displeased.
"I'm laughing at your naivety, your stupidity. Wanting me to help you is simply a fool's dream!"
"In that case, you might as well prepare to beg for food!"
The robust man raised the stick in his hand and swung it towards Ye Chen's knee.
Just then, Ye Chen's head suddenly slammed into the black-clad man holding his right arm.
The opponent didn't expect Ye Chen to be able to attack him in such a bizarre posture.
Caught off guard, he was knocked out by Ye Chen's forehead.
Meanwhile, the person grabbing Ye Chen's left arm was a bit dumbfounded.
How was it that he was holding Ye Chen's arm perfectly well, yet Ye Chen could still twist his body into such an angle?
Immediately after, Ye Chen used his freed right hand to push back the equally befuddled person on the left.
