Jacob Ye furrowed his brows and exerted a little force onto his hand. There was a click, and the gangsters' index finger was twisted off.
The gangster screamed agonizingly and pulled his fingers aside. He rolled up with his hands covering his fingers.
The old man pulled out his mobile phone, about to call the police, but was left stunned for a moment when he saw the situation unraveling right in front of him. So, he quietly slid the phone back into his pocket. He didn't expect that this guy practiced martial arts.
"How dare you beat my brother, do you want to die?" The four hooligans on the side were furious and rushed forward together.
Jacob Ye threw a punch to sweep the thug off his feet. Then, he kicked his ass. Soon, with the exception of Spectacles Bro, the rest of them looked as if they were in dire need of a morale boost.
"Well done!" The onlookers burst into cheers.
The old man smiled and said, "You're good at martial arts."