The first aunt felt an overwhelming pressure on her head, causing her to retreat in fear.
With one hand in his pocket, Yu Changmo had an air of arrogance about him. Casually sweeping his eyes across the mob before him, he said coldly, "Get lost within three seconds!"
This sentence was like a magic spell. The mob looked at each other, and seeing that there were so many people on their side, they were reluctant to just leave like that. However, the ghastly sight of the two unfortunate rogues groaning as they lay on the ground was utterly shocking…
Yu Changmo took another step forward. Several men who were still hesitating took a few steps back and fled in complete terror.
The remaining old ladies still wanted to push their luck, however. Thinking that Yu Changmo would not dare to hit women, they intended to continue the argument.
Standing on the side, Qianmo cheekily counted, "1, 2, 3…"
