About forty to fifty people, Yang Yifeng took less than half a minute to knock them all down! This meant he spent less than a second on each person!
"Big brother, stop hitting us! We'll leave! We'll get out of here right now! Please stop beating us, my mother is eighty years old..."
"Stop, stop, stop! I told you to scram, and you just won't leave, wanting to get a taste of suffering before knowing what to do, truly asking for it!"
Looking at the gangsters wailing on the ground, Yang Yifeng furrowed his brow, "What? Not leaving yet? Or are you planning to stick around for some medical compensation? Or do you want me to beat you up again?"
"Don't be angry, big brother, we're leaving right now..."
Fei Ge was almost in tears, thinking to himself that if you want us to go, why keep hitting our legs? Isn't this just tormenting us? But the situation was pressing, and he didn't dare to voice these thoughts, struggling to his feet with a limp.