The thugs rushed at him in a crowd, some wielding sticks, others using the store's bicycles as weapons, each one looking savage, hell-bent on not stopping until Fang Yi was beaten to death.
Fang Yi positioned Shen Binnan behind him as the first thug charged forward. A glint of ferocity flickered in Fang Yi's eyes, and in the next moment, his leg swung up, sending the thug flying backward. The rest followed suit.
These thugs were nothing more than ants. When Fang Yi used to commit robberies abroad, what level was he at? He was at a level that caused headaches for the higher-ups of every country. What were these few thugs compared to that?
So it came as no surprise that the thugs quickly ended up sprawled on the ground, some crying out in pain, tangled among the bicycles like that mohawked frog.
The previously ferocious mohawked frog was now utterly stunned, his eyes nearly bulging out of their sockets as he took in the scene.
Fuck, why are all my guys the ones going down!
