With a thud, Ye Xiaofei's fist smashed into Li Xiaohu's head.
Li Xiaohu held his head and wailed loudly, continuously retreating while his forehead was almost completely covered in blood.
"Go, go."
After Li Xiaohu was injured, almost everyone was scared, some began to retreat, and some had run away long ago.
Feeling he had kicked an iron plate, Li Xiaohu snorted and turned to flee.
"Ha."
Just as Ye Xiaofei sneered, the person who had been knocked down earlier slowly got up, pointing an electric baton at Ye Xiaofei.
At the same time, he let out a cold snort.
"Come on."
Ye Xiaofei disdainfully curled his lips, assuming an offensive stance.
"Ah, bro, wait for me."
Seeing that everyone else had already fled, the lad holding the electric baton pointed it at Ye Xiaofei, shook his neck, and quickly charged toward Li Xiaohu.
Ye Xiaofei snorted coldly; he hadn't expected the Little Red Flower Gang to seek revenge so soon, but he was not afraid at all.
