Chapter 415 Swatting Flies_1

At this moment, several men nearby the booth all stood up with unfriendly expressions, as if waiting for a single command from the man with the mustache, they would be ready to tear Yang Yifeng to pieces.

Although these men seemed inebriated, they were nevertheless sizable, and Yifeng, by himself, was lean and lanky. Not to mention a group beating, even the weakest-looking mustachioed man would be able to easily overthrow Yifeng.

Moreover, at this moment, although Yifeng's face wasn't flushed, Yumo, being close to him, naturally smelled an exceptionally strong scent of alcohol emanating from his body. Just by smelling this aroma, Yumo knew that he had drunk a lot!

Could he fight in such a state?

At this moment, Yumo even thought about grabbing Yifeng and running away, but before they could take action, those men had already circled Yifeng and her, with no way out, and they seemed doomed.