"Scram!"
Ye Wudao let go of his foot, bellowed, and couldn't be bothered to torture them further. After all, these people were just thugs, and there was no point for Ye Wudao to pick a fight with them. He couldn't kill them all anyway.
"Yan Ting?"
Ye Wudao muttered the name, feeling it strange. However, no matter what, since this guy wanted to kill him, Ye Wudao would naturally not let him go.
"Boss, sorry, we messed up. That Ye Wudao's martial arts are very powerful; we were no match for him. He's on his way to find you right now," came the report from one of Yan Ting's subordinates through his cellphone.
"Quite interesting. No wonder Jing Chen Shitai asked Wu Xin to come down the mountain to take him out. It turns out that this Ye Wudao is also a martial artist," Yan Ting put his phone down, his face showing no sign of panic.
"Uncle-master Yan Ting, has something happened?" Wu Xin asked.
