Looking at the locals who had become mute, Ye Xiong bellowed loudly, "Scream, why don't you scream, shout, you've all turned into dummies, aren't you the ones who look down on us foreigners, you arrogant trash."
The pent-up emotions finally burst forth.
Not a single person in the crowd dared to object; they were all stunned by Ye Xiong's imposing manner.
Such a domineering man, when had they ever seen one in their lifetime?
Instead, a group of foreigners started cheering.
Ye Xiong jumped down from the stage and came to the side of Hei Long, who had been beaten badly, and asked coldly, "Now, you can tell me, who exactly asked you to cripple me?"
Hei Long's face was ashen, spitting out what was either blood or foam, trying to speak several times but unable to utter a word.
"It seems you think the lesson wasn't enough."
Ye Xiong grabbed him single-handedly, lifting his body into the air, ready to smash him down viciously.
