Ye Xuan shrugged his shoulders, grinned, and said, "Sorry, but I didn't say you could go—I said roll! How could you roll without your limbs being broken? I'm just doing you a favor! You're welcome."
Hearing Ye Xuan's explanation, Brother Hao felt a sweetness in his throat and almost spat out a mouthful of blood in rage.
You're breaking my limbs just to make me roll out?
Damn it, this bastard is too damn arrogant!
A surge of anger swelled in his chest, but before Brother Hao could catch his breath, his eyes rolled back, and he fainted from the fury.
Ignoring the fainted Brother Hao, Ye Xuan tossed away his nunchaku, turned around, and walked over to Yuan Mengmeng.
Seeing him approaching, the kneeling thugs quickly moved aside, keeping their distance from Ye Xuan, fearing that if he took a dislike to them, he'd break their limbs.
"Mengmeng, you can open your eyes and lower your hands now."