So they started fighting...
Zhuorong Town flicked his sword with his fingers, giving the three men opposite a provocative look. The three men suppressed their uneasy feelings and fiercely charged forward. Just as their fists were about to land on Zhuorong Town's body, he maneuvered with unbelievable speed to their backs, and when they tried to turn around, he kicked them each thrice...
The three men, in pain, staggered towards Ye Hao's direction. Ye Hao was fiddling with some condiments and, seeing calamity approaching, swiftly swung his leg, redirecting their falling bodies back towards Zhuorong Town.
"Haha, thanks, Boss." At this moment, Zhuorong Town laughed heartily, but the soft sword in his hand pierced into one of the men's mouths and rapidly stirred for a few seconds. When he pulled it out, that man finally understood why the first person kept his mouth shut—this kind of sharp pain was unbearable for any normal person.
