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"Don't speak too soon, or you might just get slapped in the face!"

Staring at Xiong Wenchang whose fat cheeks were trembling with laughter, Ye Fan mercilessly shot back.

"Slapped in the face? Hmph! The only one who will get slapped in the face is you!" Xiong Wenchang was confident and fearless.

Under the onslaught from Zhao Quan and his men, Xiong Wenchang did not believe Ye Fan stood a chance of survival.

"Kid, prepare to meet your maker!"

The next second, a burly man bellowed as he clenched his fist and violently attacked Ye Fan.

The burly man's fists were armed with brass knuckles, terrifyingly savage; if his punch landed on an ordinary person's head, it could easily explode it with a single blow.

"You want me to meet my maker? Sadly, you don't have what it takes!"

However, just as the burly man closed in, Ye Fan's right foot, quick as lightning, savagely kicked the man's groin.

With a bang, a mist of blood burst into the air, and the big man screamed in agony as he collapsed to the ground.

"Ambushing? Kid, you... you have no sportsmanship!"

The burly man, turned chicken flying and eggs breaking, screamed in shock, his face ghastly pale.

"Holy shit!"

Upon seeing the burly man get his crotch kicked to smithereens by Ye Fan, everyone at the scene involuntarily gasped in shock.

They had anticipated that Ye Fan would retaliate, but they did not expect him to play outside the rules. Who among all men present could withstand such a kick?

With a venomous tone, Zhao Quan said, "You piece of shit! Daring to fight back? Brothers, get your weapons!"

"Yes, Brother Quan!"

As Zhao Quan gave the order, a group of henchmen each pulled out a baton.

"Go!" Once the group of underlings brandished their batons, Zhao Quan waved his hand and shouted again.

"Charge!"

Having armed themselves, the group of henchmen, now fearless, charged en masse towards Ye Fan.

"Tools or not, what makes you think Ye Fan is a pushover?"

Staring down the onrushing group of henchmen, Ye Fan stood his ground, utterly unfazed.

"Kid, you dare hurt our men, you're asking for death!"

A bearded hulk bellowed as he gripped his baton and charged furiously towards Ye Fan.

"So what if I hurt your men? You want revenge for him? Bring it on then!"

Locking eyes with the bearded hulk, as he drew near, Ye Fan's right foot once again turned into a blur as he heavily kicked the hulk's groin.

Clang!

Struck in the crotch, the bearded hulk's face instantly turned green. He no longer had the focus to deal with Ye Fan and let out a howl as his knees buckled and he collapsed heavily onto the ground.

Simultaneously, Ye Fan seized the opportunity to catch the baton that dropped from the bearded hulk's hand.

"Damnable fool!"

Seeing yet another person brought low by Ye Fan, Zhao Quan roared furiously, "Everyone attack, don't give the kid a chance to breathe!"

"Exactly! All together now, let's finish him off!" Xiong Wenchang also bellowed hysterically.

Having two men downed by Ye Fan had enraged both Zhao Quan and Xiong Wenchang tremendously.

They had thought that with so many henchmen attacking at once, taking down Ye Fan would be as easy as killing a little chick, yet unexpectedly, in the blink of an eye, they had already lost two men.

"How dare he hurt our brothers, it's intolerable, we cannot stand for this, brothers, together—kill him!"

"Together, kill him!"

The multitude of henchmen were beside themselves with rage, gripping their batons tightly, they all rushed at Ye Fan as if they had gone mad.

"Ye Fan, be careful!"

Seeing so many people charging at Ye Fan, even though Zhuang Jingwen knew Ye Fan was skilled, she couldn't help but break into a cold sweat for him.

"Bring it on!"

Ye Fan was not at all intimidated; he gripped the baton tightly in his hand and as the henchmen drew near, he swung it like a shooting star towards the oncoming crowd.

Bang bang!

Bang bang bang bang bang!

Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, Ye Fan wielded his stick like he was playing Whac-A-Mole, striking the heads of the few who charged at the forefront. Instantly, their brains buzzed, robbed of the ability to think.

"Charge, charge!"

After the front liners were knocked unconscious by Ye Fan, another group charged forward.

Bang, Bang!

Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang!

In an instant, Ye Fan struck again, and several more from the charging group were knocked unconscious in succession.

"Damn! How is this kid so fierce?"

"It's a shame he's standing firm like a lone hero that no one can pass. If only we could surround him!"

"Yeah! The kid looks like he's been trained, quick and brutal with his moves. He's tough to deal with!"

A dozen or so thugs were knocked unconscious by Ye Fan in rapid succession, making the remaining group wary; they dared not rush in recklessly like the previous ones had.

Ye Fan gripped the stick in his hand and said with a mocking smile, "What's the matter? Scared? I was just getting into the swing of it. Don't chicken out, keep it coming!"

"This..."

Seeing Ye Fan completely unconcerned by their presence, the expressions on the thugs' faces solidified.

"Brother Quan, this kid's got some moves!" Xiong Wenchang said with a stiff face.

Zhao Quan bellowed angrily, "So what if he's got some skills? Are you saying that all of us together can't take down this kid? Stop dawdling, all of you get him now!"

"Let's go for broke, charge!"

Realizing that Zhao Quan was enraged, the thugs no longer hesitated and charged at Ye Fan with gritted teeth.

"Bring it on!"

Fixating on the many thugs, Ye Fan wasted no time; he dashed into the crowd with the speed of an arrow.

"Kid, watch me smash your head!"

A young thug roared with split eyes, swinging his stick down toward Ye Fan's head.

Bang!!!

Unfortunately, he was no match for Ye Fan; before his stick could land, Ye Fan's stick had already struck his head first.

With a muffled groan, the young thug was knocked out cold by Ye Fan.

"Kid, you're dead!" Another one lunged at Ye Fan right after.

Bang!!!

Unsurprisingly, Ye Fan swung his stick, and with a force of a thousand pounds, he sent the attacker's brain into a void.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh—

The next moment, Ye Fan moved like a tiger among sheep; none of Zhao Quan's thugs were a match for even a single move of his.

One! Ten!

Thirty!

In the blink of an eye, at least thirty of Zhao Quan's men lay on the ground.

"Argh! Awoo!"

The thirty-odd thugs on the ground felt as if their heads were about to explode, losing all combat power.
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"Come on! Keep it coming!"

After taking down more than thirty people in succession, Ye Fan was still swinging his stick, unsatisfied.

"Not good! This kid is tough, not someone we can handle!"

"Retreat, retreat quickly, don't get knocked out by this kid!"

The remaining twenty or so thugs no longer dared to approach, retreating from Ye Fan as if he were a monster, fearing they too would be knocked unconscious with a single swing of his stick.

After intimidating the group of thugs, Ye Fan sneered and said, "Is that all? Is that all?"

"How can this be?"

Seeing his group of thugs unable to stand up to even a single blow from Ye Fan, Zhao Quan's face darkened, nearly dripping water.

"Is this kid too freakish or what?"

Xiong Wenchang originally thought Ye Fan was a pushover but, witnessing Ye Fan's Unmatched Combat Power, he instantly felt a chill run down his spine.