"Take this punk down!"
At that moment, Lei Zhentian charged forward, his machete cleaving the air as if splitting Mount Hua, aiming right for Yang Yifeng's head. Behind Lei Zhentian, Lei Laohu and his minions charged toward Yang Yifeng like a flash flood.
Each of them exuded a fierce aura, clearly seasoned in brawling; anyone surrounded by them would probably be terrified to the point of wetting themselves if they were just an ordinary person.
Yumo trembled at their intimidating presence, her pretty face turning pale instantly. But then she remembered how Yang Yifeng single-handedly fought off a hundred men in the nightclub. A flicker of determination crossed her face, and she looked at Yang Yifeng with a sense of security in her eyes.
