Old Wang watched from not far away as Ye Ling exuded a fierce dominance, causing over a hundred thugs to involuntarily step back, clearly lacking the will to continue the fight.
A mere hundred thugs, even if tenfold more were added, it would be easy for Ye Ling to win cleanly if he so desired.
However, to Crow's eyes, the scene was astonishing; after all, he was a respected enforcer, in charge of the Four Seas Gang's toughest brawlers, and yet today, they were crumbling before a single man, a young man at that?
His subordinates, brothers who had been undefeated in past battles, were retreating like startled chickens, having lost their confidence.
From a distance, Old Wang looked at Ye Ling, who was effortlessly dominating the battle, and smirked slightly to the man beside him, "Cao Hong, what do you think about having him as your new boss?"
The man named Cao Hong was momentarily startled. A new boss? Could it be that the old master was considering something?
