The scene was already crowded with many people, noisy and chaotic.
In front of a breakfast stall, a mother and daughter huddled on the ground, sobbing softly, not daring to look at the events unfolding beside them.
A group of delinquents lay on the ground, aside from one whose face was deeply bloodied and mangled, a bald man appeared most miserable.
His right wrist had been twisted by Ning Fan, and his other hand was blood-red, with a knife still sticking in the palm.
The bald man's palm continuously dripped blood as he stared at Ning Fan with rigid, wide eyes.
"Anyone who doesn't want to die, get the hell out of my way!"
Outside the crowd, an unreasonable and domineering voice rang out as a gang of thugs arrived, pushing through the spectators to encircle Ning Fan.
"Kid, you've got quite the nerve. Don't you know that this is my territory, Chen Tianba's territory?!"
Among the thugs, a man as sturdy as a bull stepped forward, his steps indicating he was trained.
