Seeing the guards about to charge at him again, Ye Feng quickly made a pause gesture:
"Wait a minute!!!"
Oh my!
Hearing his words, the guards halted, feeling quite frustrated!
Are you kidding me, can you fight or not? You talk so much, it's really annoying!
"What's it now?"
A guard looked at Ye Feng speechlessly and asked.
Not only him, but everyone around also stared speechlessly at Ye Feng, this guy was just a clown!
Ye Feng didn't mind the strange looks around him, his face was deadly serious at this moment.
Slicking back his hair, Ye Feng placed one foot on the stool, posed with a flair that went down to his bones, and then said deeply to everyone:
"At this point, I must admit something! In fact, I'm the one living in Bangkok... feared by everyone, dreadful even to ghosts, and Obama would drink gutter oil because of 'Handsome Ye'!!! Are you scared now?"
Handsome Ye?
What nonsense is this?
