At that moment, the leader known as Brother Meng suddenly threw his beer bottle to the ground and bellowed, "Laozi has a reputation around here! I can't believe I'm being provoked on my own turf!"
"Men, beat him to death for me! If anyone dies, Laozi will take the fall for you!"
"Alright!"
Several of them immediately rolled up their sleeves and charged forward.
But in the blink of an eye, they all ended up eating dirt. Ye Fan's single move was enough to flatten these posers.
Brother Meng was chilled to the bone, his expression turning ugly as he stared at Ye Fan.
Ye Fan approached him, clapped him on the shoulder, and asked, "Any other tricks? Go on, bring them out!"
"N-no, there aren't any more!" Brother Meng stammered, his courage gone.
"That's it? You've really let Laozi down!"
Ye Fan kicked the BMW, and the car instantly shattered as if it were made of paper-mâché, crumbling completely.
