The four men were all bewildered by Ye Wutian's words, and after a moment of stunned silence, Bald Head was the first to snap out of it. He barked in a deep voice, "Kid, it looks like you're asking for death!" With that, he threw a punch and charged at Ye Wutian.
"I already gave you a chance, but since you're not cherishing it, then don't blame me for not being polite." While speaking, Ye Wutian swung his right hand forcefully backward, sending Scarred Man's huge frame flying backward to slam heavily into a distant wall, leaving a smear of blood.
The crowd was astonished once again. Judging by Scarred Man's stature, he must have weighed at least seventy or eighty kilograms, yet the young man had thrown him so effortlessly, which was utterly unthinkable.
Bald Head, who had just rushed over with his fists, stopped in panic halfway, hesitated for a moment, reached into his pocket, and pulled out a switchblade.