The speaker was a short man who, at this moment, was looking at Ye Xiong with a face full of mockery, completely ignoring the anger blazing within him.
Ye Xiong stood up and walked towards a group of burly men.
"Doesn't know whether he's coming or going, give him a taste of his own medicine," the man with the wide mouth shouted.
Thereupon, the short and stout man stepped forward and threw a fierce punch at Ye Xiong's face.
The punch was only halfway through when suddenly a figure flashed in front of him. The short man hadn't even reacted when he was kicked hard in the stomach, doubling over in pain; he didn't even know how the other person had made his move.
"You dare hit my brother?"
Ye Xiong lifted the short man by his collar, slapped his face repeatedly, over a dozen times, until the shorty's entire face was swollen like a pig's head. Then, with a kick to the man's stomach, he sent him flying a few meters away.
