Wang Xiao felt the grip of Ye Tian's right hand getting tighter and tighter.
He had a painful sensation of suffocation, his arms flailing as he struck out towards Ye Tian.
Seeing this, Ye Tian's right hand exerted even more force.
In that instant,
Wang Xiao's brain was deprived of oxygen, his limbs went limp, and the hands he swung out drooped down sharply.
At that moment,
a flurry of chaotic footsteps approached.
A middle-aged man in a black vest led several dozen youths down the alley.
This middle-aged man had a terrifying scar on his neck.
Upon seeing the newcomers, Wang Xiao said hoarsely, "You little bastard, my people have arrived!"
"All of these men are mine."
Hearing this, Ye Tian's grip on Wang Xiao loosened.
Originally, he had no intention of killing Wang Xiao himself; his gaze now turned to the man in the vest.
After Wang Xiao collapsed to the ground, he gasped for air.
