"Scram!? You little punk, I want to see who's the one scramming today, who's kneeling!" the man said to the several burly men beside him: "Boys, get him!"
The group of burly men felt challenged and humiliated by Lan Ye, who looked like a young kid, in all respects. At their brother's call, they charged forward, furiously surrounding Lan Ye.
"Hey..." Xu Yangyang silently counted the men, and although she knew Lan Ye was skilled, she had never seen it with her own eyes. At this moment, she found it hard to imagine how Lan Ye, with his small frame, could deal with them: "Lan Ye, can you handle them...?"
"Scared now?" Lan Ye sneered, looking at the few men with disdain in his eyes.
Just as Xu Yangyang was about to retort, Lan Ye had already made his move. In a few moments, the dozen or so big men were all down on the ground, wailing miserably.
However, it seemed that Lan Ye was not done yet, exuding a different aura that was bloodthirsty and brutal, filled with murderous intent.
