"Dare to call us ants, everyone, kill him!"
The long-haired, most muscular young man grabbed the steel rod from the shop owner's hand behind him, turned around, and with a roar, charged at Yan Moshan!
"Ah, a bunch of ants feeling pretty confident! Come on, let your young master loosen up his muscles and bones!"
Yan Moshan stretched out his arms, made a few movements to flex his muscles, and then threw a punch at the long-haired young man who was charging at him!
"Dare to hit a steel pipe with your fist, do you really think you have an iron fist?"
The long-haired young man sneered and swung the steel rod at Yan Moshan's fist!
"Clang—"
With a loud crash, Yan Moshan directly sent the steel rod flying backward from the long-haired young man's hand, which then struck the young man on the forehead!
"Ahh—"