In the open space in front of Mount Wild Chicken, the scene was extremely eerie.
More than forty members of the Flying Car Gang lay on the ground, clutching their heads and wailing in agony, while Ye Feng walked leisurely among them.
"I said before, all you had to do was slap yourself ten times and we could have let it go! Unfortunately, you didn't listen," Ye Feng said indifferently as he walked up to Mo Lin.
Mo Lin's face alternated between shades of light and dark, his gaze upon Ye Feng was filled with both fear and dread. It was his first time encountering someone like this, someone who could easily dispatch his entire gang with just a kick.
But Mo Lin was the boss of the Flying Car Gang, accustomed to swaggering around Jiangnan City. Now, looking at Ye Feng's indifferent face, he was filled with resentment:
"FUCK! I'm going to kill you!"
A cruel and frenzied light flickered in Mo Lin's eyes. With a swift motion, he drew a dagger from behind his back and lunged at Ye Feng.
