Li Xiaoyao's slap immediately swelled up half of Wang Xiaomao's face; several teeth mixed with blood were spat out from his mouth.
Wang Xiaomao staggered several steps backward before steadying himself and turned his head to curse angrily, "Fuck, dare to hit me! Brothers, chop this fucker to death for me."
Li Xiaoyao was not afraid; he casually lifted his hand and said to the ex-soldiers, "The rest is up to you."
The group of ex-soldiers had already been itching to go; they were just enjoying themselves with the ladies when these hooligans suddenly barged in – who wouldn't be pissed?
Despite these hoodlums being covered in dragon and tiger tattoos, armed with daggers and iron rods, in the eyes of these ex-soldiers, they were nothing to be concerned about.
At Li Xiaoyao's command, the ex-soldiers immediately charged at them like a pack of wolves breaking into a flock of sheep.
