The other people in the subway watched as three or four men rushed towards Yang Fei, all exclaimed in shock, desperately trying to avoid them.
Old Master Wang, however, stood still, calmly watching Yang Fei, with a gentle smile on his lips.
He seemed like a benevolent elder watching his beloved grandson mischievously causing trouble, feeling both helpless and somewhat appreciative.
"Two."
The people in the subway moved away, instantly creating a large space.
Under the attack of three or four people, Yang Fei dodged left and right while raising a second finger at the man in the gray jacket.
The man in the gray jacket and his accomplices surrounded Yang Fei, attacking furiously, but couldn't even touch the hem of Yang Fei's clothes, feeling both shocked and angry.
He suddenly brandished a dagger, shouting loudly.
"This guy is a bit weird, let's draw some blood from him."
The other men, hearing the man in the gray jacket, also drew their daggers and lunged at Yang Fei.
