"Crack"
"Crack"
"Crack"
...
The air was filled with the ear-piercing sound of bones shattering.
After bringing down four men, Ye Chenfeng didn't forget to give each of their kneecaps an extra kick, feeling no overwhelming sympathy for these people.
What would have become of Han Chuxue and Tang Xin if Ye Chenfeng hadn't arrived here in time today?
If Ye Chenfeng hadn't possessed formidable strength, would these men have shown any mercy?
The answer was always no.
It was a world where the strong ruled. Conversely, if Chenfeng had tried to reason with these men in a gentle manner, these bastards would certainly have become even more arrogant.
Cries of pain.
Screams of agony.
These made the onlooking customers break out in a cold sweat, and they dared not even look in Ye Chenfeng's direction; Chenfeng's ruthless approach had filled them with fear.
Many female customers, however, had looks of admiration in their eyes; women always had a fondness for heroes.
