Watching as his companion's hand was broken by this young man, the nearby gangsters immediately became infuriated.
"You little punk, are you looking for death? Let go of Huang Mao, or I'll take your life."
The faces of several people turned ugly, and they scolded angrily.
Ye Chen sneered and kicked Huang Mao in the stomach. With a bang, Huang Mao's body flew backward and then rolled onto the ground.
"You little punk, you've got some nerve to hit my brother."
Huang Mao's friends were enraged and fished out two folding knives from their pockets, surrounding Ye Chen with a ferocious look.
"Who's causing trouble here?"
Due to Zhou Long's incident, a lot of Shen Junru's people had come to the Tianhao Club. A thin man who recognized Ye Chen's face changed slightly and hurried over.
"Brother Chen, are you alright?"
