Ye Fan looked over at the so-called Brother Xiong, who was strong and burly, extremely imposing. The tattoos on his body were also quite domineering, especially that stupid face full of horizontal flesh was comparable to a bear's; the nickname Brother Xiong really fit him. As for the gang behind Brother Xiong, they were flashy and typical of the Smarter crowd.
Ye Fan couldn't be bothered to pay attention to this bunch of morons who had the audacity to come here looking for trouble. He lit a cigarette and said to Brother Xiong, "You sure look fierce. Are you in the gangster business?"
"We are the security personnel here," Brother Xiong said very aggressively, and after speaking, he raised the weapon in his hand, pointed at Ye Fan, and said, "Cough up a hundred thousand yuan, and we can forget this ever happened. Otherwise, heh, if you want to leave today, you'll have to leave a part."
