Chang Yishui saw that all nine of his strong men had been knocked to the ground by Brother Hu alone and seemed to have some trouble believing that all of this was real. He unconsciously rubbed his eyes with the back of his hand, and his breathing through his nose was irregular. You can imagine how shocked and nervous he was feeling at that moment.
Ye Chenfeng, who was sitting in his chair and calmly eating his meal, put down his chopsticks. Originally, he was contemplating which small gang in Capital City to subdue first; since Brother Hu's men had taken the initiative to come to him, he had no need for courtesy anymore. "You have one minute to get the hell out of this private room. Furthermore, there's no need for the Fierce Tiger Society to exist in Capital City after tonight."
Seeing Chang Yishui unaffected, Ye Chenfeng continued, "What's wrong? Do I have to throw you out of the private room myself?"
