"Haha..."
As soon as Ye Feng's words left his mouth, that group of hooligans burst out laughing, staring at Ye Feng with the same look one would give an idiot.
Two fists are hard to beat four hands, let alone Ye Feng's small frame. Even a strong man meeting five or six people would have to submit. Now they talk tough, but soon, they'll only have hardship to face.
Ye Feng didn't speak, just coldly watching the gang of hooligans.
As his gaze swept over, the laughter of the thugs abruptly ceased.
Through Ye Feng's eyes, they felt as though they were being targeted by a fiercely clawing tiger descending the mountain.
Of course, if it were an Ancient Martial Artist, they would realize that Ye Feng's gaze was filled with killing intent.
"Damn it, daring to glare at us, it looks like today we won't only strip off your lover's headdress, we'll skin you too, giving the boys a real eyeful..."
