Yi Chou was dumbfounded, rubbing his eyes, unable to believe what had happened.
"How could this be?"
A gust of wind blew past and everyone fell to the ground?
"You bunch of trash, what good are you!"
Yi Chou was furious, he didn't see Zhang Xiaofan lift a finger, implying that these men were faking it.
"No use shouting, they won't recover for ten days or half a month."
Zhang Xiaofan said.
Lin Wanrou and Qing Feng were also shocked.
What exactly happened just now?
All they felt was a violent wind gusting toward them, and then people collapsed.
"Damn it! I don't believe it, what trick did you use?"
Yi Chou was starting to feel afraid.
His angry appearance seemed somewhat at a loss.
Those were twenty professional thugs!
Zhang Xiaofan slowly approached Yi Chou.
And Yi Chou's gaze was fixed on Zhang Xiaofan, his eyes ablaze with rage, he shouted loudly, "Bastard! I'm telling you, if you dare to lay a hand on me, you are dead!"
Then, he tried to run.
