Chapter 116 Desperate Fight

The leader of the gang was still struggling stubbornly, touching his chest where he'd been kicked, and spitting out blood in frustration: "You... you brat..." He had to catch his breath just to finish a full sentence.

The remaining dozen or so men, unable to get up, were groaning on the ground; those who could stand were slowly backing away. It happened too damn fast; with more than twenty men, they hadn't even seen clearly what was going on before this young fellow's fists and feet were upon them; and it wasn't the flashy but powerless kind of fighting, this kid's punches and kicks were forceful and carried weight. If you got hit by them, an ordinary person couldn't bear it, and breaking a few ribs was almost inevitable.

"Do you still want money now?" Practicing driving in someone else's territory, it's only right to pay a fee, but this bunch of bastards took the opportunity to extort, outright demanding one hundred thousand. Yang Fan, of course, wouldn't give them a single cent.