"Bang! Bang!" Liu Yidao's body was kicked into the air, smashing a few stools, before he painfully climbed up and cursed, "Damn it, that hurts like hell."
Then, glaring at Lin Tian, Liu Yidao's eyes filled with venom. He shouted towards the door, "Brothers, come in, we've got a tough nut to crack."
"Rustle rustle rustle..." Following Liu Yidao's order, seven or eight thugs walked in. They were all dressed flashy and had tattoos, clearly a bunch of unemployed drifters.
"What happened to Brother Dao?" As these people came in and saw Liu Yidao looking somewhat disheveled, they all wore stunned expressions and asked.
"It's nothing. This kid, take him down for me." Hearing his underling's question, Liu Yidao couldn't admit he'd been sent flying by Lin Tian - he couldn't lose face like that. He pointed at Lin Tian as he spoke.
