Lei Ying faced off against four men alone, completely fearless. Even if there were twice as many, he wouldn't bat an eye.
Among the four aiming to take down Lei Ying, leading the charge was a big guy whose stature was no less than Lei Ying's—muscular and with a sinister expression, simply terrifying to look at.
The two first made contact, as the big guy swung the baton in his hand, aiming straight for Lei Ying's head.
This was a ruthless man; with this blow, he would have no problem shattering a red brick. If hit on a person's head, it could easily result in split flesh or fractured bones.
Lei Ying watched as the baton came down, utterly unpanicked, not even in a hurry to evade, and at the last moment, he just sidestepped out of harm's way.
Simultaneously, Lei Ying's right hand swung around, his large fan-like hand then slapped the opponent across the face.
A resounding "smack" echoed as the slap hit with explosive force.
