The two were laid out by Ye Chen in an instant, and he rushed forward quickly. Before even entering, he could already hear the heart-wrenching screams of Feng Zhixiao coming from inside. Ye Chen burst in and saw a gang of about twenty youths armed with iron rods, baseball bats, and machetes, while on the ground lay Feng Zhixiao's followers. Each one was writhing in pain on the floor smeared with blood.
Feng Zhixiao was held by the hands by two men, and a fellow as formidable as a gorilla was fiercely smashing his fists into Feng Zhixiao.
"Motherfucker!" Ye Chen roared in anger and charged at them.
