"Yes, it's him, it's him! Our brothers were beaten severely injured by him, hurry up and kill him for me!" Ward shouted viciously, sticking his head out from the car door.
"Clatter!"
The sound of a car door sliding, immediately, more than twenty foreigners, both black and white, got off several business cars, all holding machetes, eyes coldly staring at Ye Qingfeng and the other two.
"Lowly yellow people, how dare you make trouble on our turf, you're simply asking for death!" The tall white man in the lead cursed angrily.
He frowned immediately; he had nothing to say to a few small punks, he could solve it in a few moves.
"Hey, it's rare to see these three yellow people so calm," a black man shrugged and said.
"Exactly, as I recall, yellow people are supposed to be very timid, shouldn't they be hiding in the corner begging for mercy now?"
"They don't seem very afraid of us, are we being too friendly?"
A few foreign punks laughed as they discussed.
