Chu Yi walked with such disregard for those around him, with assailants rushing at him one after another, yet nothing changed—as without exception, they all fell at Chu Yi's feet.
The onlookers couldn't even discern how Chu Yi struck his blows before these men tumbled down, screaming in agony.
Some, even more so, didn't have the chance to let out a single scream.
"What's going on, this man, is he a devil!"
"My god! This kid's skills are incredible! I didn't even catch his moves."
"That's right, this person is definitely not simple!"
"Isn't that obvious?"
Chu Yi merely reacted mechanically and didn't take the initiative to strike; moreover, he didn't hit these people's vital points, he just knocked them out.
That Young Master Wang, however, had a grim expression as he pulled out a switchblade.
Young Master Wang, looking fierce and malevolent, silently followed suit.
Chu Yi turned his head slightly and stood his ground.
