People were stunned. They had never imagined that Yin Xiaofan could actually be captured, and it was very surprising, even how it had happened.
They still clearly recalled the strength of these two men, who had once been part of the elite Special Forces team, able to fight five or six average thugs single-handedly. With such skill, Yin Xiaofan was truly formidable.
But these two brawny men weren't as easy to handle as they had imagined. Just now, when they had punched Yin Xiaofan's palms, it felt as though they had struck a wall, unyielding and immovable, their own strength unable to shake him.
They knew this was a family technique, and such skills were not to be underestimated.
They immediately tried to withdraw their fists, but unexpectedly Yin Xiaofan wrapped his hands around theirs, preventing any retraction.
"Let go," the furious red-faced strong men demanded.
"Fight for Brother Hu, fight," Yin Xiaofan's expression changed.
