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The most crucial thing was that he feared the knife might be poisoned; if that were the case, it would spell trouble.
"Were you sent by Zhao Ritian?" Lin Yifan asked curiously.
"You injured my younger brother and destroyed our Little Knife Club's branch in the East City District; this debt will have to be settled sooner or later," Poisonous Scorpion replied indifferently.
"Oh! I see." Lin Yifan realized, then said, "If that's the case, let those idiots come at me; it's been a long time since I've had a good stretch."
"Hmph! Your mouth really stinks!" Poisonous Scorpion snorted coldly, then nonchalantly ordered, "Attack!"
At his command, the shirtless underlings wielding large cleavers rushed forward.
Lin Yifan's gaze turned icy, his expression became serious, and he instantly unleashed his power to deal with the underlings charging at him with cleavers.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
With his intervention, many underlings fell to the ground, never to get back up.
