Although the youngsters were furious and wished they could stab Ye Fan to death, they could only keep their rage to themselves at this moment. The strong fighting power Ye Fan had just displayed was not something they could withstand.
The youngster, who was crying in pain, tightly gripped his bleeding wound, suppressed the anger in his heart, and looked at Ye Fan with a face full of pleading, "Big brother, we must go to the hospital immediately. Otherwise, we might die from excessive blood loss. Our severed fingers also need to be reattached within twenty-four hours, or we'll be permanently disabled."
Ye Fan snorted coldly and said, "A little injury like this won't kill you. Kneel here for now and stop the nonsense, or I'll kick you to death."
