The Mitsubishi knife was shimmering brightly, and the sunlight streaming through the window gleamed on the tri-sided blade, reflecting into the eyes of those young gang members.
This sharp, dazzling light immediately made them all shiver.
The key wasn't the blade itself but the three black hooks!
Those hooks... were absolutely the perfect tools for "hooking chrysanthemums"!
Yes, the young ones were many, and Ye Ling was just one person. It didn't matter that he had a Mitsubishi knife; even if he had a large cleaver, it would be no use. He would eventually be taken down.
But one must also consider that before going down, he would surely strike with all his might, dealing a blow to himself and his attackers!
Who would want to take that hit?
Who the hell would dare take that hit!
So, for a moment, more than a dozen guys just stood there, absolutely rigid, not daring to move a muscle.
"Ahhh!"
"Damn it!"
"It hurts!"
