Ye Xiaofei frowned and looked at the few staggering people approaching from outside, laughing disdainfully.
"Who are you?"
Ye Kai, acting as Xiao Fei's coach, immediately sensed that these people bore ill intentions and cast a cold glance at them, saying.
"This has nothing to do with you, scram to the side, got it?"
One of them was a bald guy with a dragon tattoo on his body, exuding an aura of dominance; his name was Stallone, and he was ordered by someone to teach Ye Xiaofei a lesson.
"Of course I won't meddle in other people's affairs, mainly because I don't want you guys to end up dead."
Ye Kai knew he was no match for Xiao Fei, and he didn't want more people to suffer at Xiao Fei's hands. He blinked his eyes and tried to persuade them, "Xiao Fei is very formidable; you are no match for him."
"No match? What bullshit are you spouting?"
The bald man couldn't help but sneer, thinking, who in Jianghai's underworld wouldn't recognize Stallone?
