Brother Dou had been thrown into a garbage can, so he looked at Ye Mo in shock. He knew that, although his power was the greatest in town, in the eyes of real ancient martial artist he was the weakest of them.
Yet, the young man had easily grabbed his neck and he hadn't even been able to move. He knew that the young man was at least at black level or above. The master who had taught him ancient martial arts said that black level martial artists were usually in the hidden sects and they didn't come out, so it was unlikely to meet them.
But if he did, then he must not offend them, because in their eyes other people's lives were worthless, like insects. They could kill him at any time.
Brother Dou, who had been acting cocky before, started to have cold sweat. He knew that he had been at death's door. If the young man wanted to kill him, he would've been long dead.
Those who had wanted to suck up to Brother Dou stopped in their tracks and retreated.
