"Yeah, right, you're not seeing things, it's one person, but you're the dog," Ye Chenfeng chuckled.
"Pfft!" Chen Xijun couldn't help but laugh at Ye Chenfeng's words.
Seeing a beauty laugh at him, the third brother's anger flared, and he shouted, "First, cripple this brat for me!"
A few big guys closed in, and Chen Xijun and Ye Chenfeng exchanged glances.
Chen Xijun's eyes conveyed a clear message to Ye Chenfeng, which was: This time they're after you, you handle it.
Ye Chenfeng gave her a "got it" look in return.
When the thugs saw Ye Chenfeng stand up, they hesitated for a moment, then laughed cruelly, "Kid, you're asking for it!"
"Yeah, I am asking for it—my girlfriend," Ye Chenfeng smiled.
"Damn it!" The thugs roared in unison, charging with fists the size of punching bags.
Ye Chenfeng smiled slightly, his body bending like an eel, dodging two of the thugs in an instant, then without a glance, he swung his leg back and hooked two of the thugs to the ground.