"Let go!"
Brother Qiang pulled hard but couldn't free his hand from Xiao Yifeng's grip, as if it were clamped by iron pincers.
"Scram!"
With a low shout, Xiao Yifeng let go and with an output of Dark Energy, his opponent staggered backward until slamming into his two underlings, and all three collapsed onto the ground.
"F*ck, you dare to lay hands on me, you tired of living or something?" Brother Qiang roared furiously, getting up with the help of his men, his body emanating an ominous Evil Qi.
This band of brothers clenched their weapons tightly, ready to charge at any moment, while Fang Siqi's family turned deathly pale from fear.
"Stop, what do you think you're doing?"
Suddenly, two men rushed over. Both well over six feet tall with physiques like oxen, donned in white tank tops and wielding sticks, they positioned themselves in front of the Fang family, glaring menacingly at the gang.
