"Speak, who sent you here?" Ye Chen's face was cold and grim.
"Damn, who the hell are you?" Several guys glared at Ye Chen, their machetes pointed at him, angry: "Do you believe we'll chop you up and feed you to the dogs!"
"You know? You're the first ones to dare talk to me like this!" Ye Chen squinted, a hint of murderous intent shot from his eyes. He said angrily, "I just wonder if you'll still dare to speak to me like this in a moment!"
Ye Chen exuded a sharp aura, causing the group to tremble in fear, a terror that came from the depths of their hearts. They could barely hold their ground due to their numbers; otherwise, they would have probably fled a long time ago.
"Damn, do you think you're the boss of the Flame Dragon Gang!" The group cursed angrily.
"I'll give you one more chance. Who sent you here?" Ye Chen asked with a cold smile.
"Brothers, attack together, chop him up!" Huangmao, sweating profusely, had only one thought: quickly take this guy down and retreat; he couldn't stay here another minute.
The group immediately surrounded Ye Chen in a formation.
"Kill!" Huangmao shouted, and the group raised their machetes and slashed away. The onlookers were shocked to see this scene, as violence in broad daylight was truly terrifying. Liu Momo had already dialed the police by this time.
Ye Chen smirked, his figure flashed, and he bounced out at an extremely odd angle, kicking the first guy coming at him.
"Ow ow..." The guy groaned in pain; Ye Chen showed no mercy with the force of his kick, immediately fracturing the ribs in his chest. He lay on the ground twitching, screaming loudly.
The other guys were stunned, not daring to underestimate him. With the intention of swiftly concluding the fight, they advanced once again.
"Die!" Huangmao jumped at Ye Chen from behind.
Hmph!
Ye Chen snorted coldly, hooked his leg backward, and kicked Huangmao directly in the groin.
Pop!
A crisp sound echoed, and Huangmao inhaled sharply! His eyes rolled back, the machete fell to the ground, both hands clutching his crotch, jumping in pain without uttering a sound.
Ye Chen's maneuvers were simple and sharp, and with his anti-riot fighting techniques, he could easily handle ten by himself. The remaining few collapsed under Ye Chen's fierce leg techniques, screaming in pain. Ye Chen's attacks were ruthless, each kick had over a hundred pounds of force.
Snap!
Ye Chen stepped on Huangmao's chest and asked coldly, "Speak, who sent you here?"
"No... no one sent me, we came ourselves to collect protection money!" Huangmao said hoarsely.
"I want to see how long you can keep lying!" Ye Chen sneered coldly, directly pulling out a pair of tongs from the barbecue grill, glowing red like a branding iron, and waved it in front of Huangmao, saying, "Your balls got smashed just now, now I'll roast them for you!"
"No... please don't!" Huangmao pleaded urgently.
"Will you talk or not?" Ye Chen asked coldly.
At that moment, a few people squeezed in from outside, and upon seeing Ye Chen, exclaimed, "Chen, it's you?"
"Uh, Feng Zhixiao?" Ye Chen was taken aback.
"Damn, it's these bastards!" Feng Zhixiao cursed upon recognizing the people on the ground, hurriedly whispered a few words in Ye Chen's ear. Ye Chen immediately tossed the tongs to the ground, squinting his eyes and looking toward Liu's Barbecue Shop not far away! The fat boss of the barbecue shop, seeing Ye Chen's gaze, hurriedly backed a few steps away and turned around.