Inside the car, Lin Xue'er looked at Ye Chen in astonishment. She felt extremely guilty; if it weren't for her, Ye Chen probably wouldn't be surrounded by these people. However, she was drawn to Ye Chen's elegant demeanor. Facing ten people, he wasn't the least bit nervous, instead appearing very calm and composed. Perhaps this was a type of charisma. Lin Xue'er's heart throbbed with excitement.
"Who wouldn't boast?" The nose ring man rushed forward first, carrying a sixty-centimeter watermelon knife, still dripping with watermelon juice. It seemed that a moment ago, they had been eating watermelon. However, Ye Chen had no idea that the knife was actually Old Wang's watermelon knife from the West Entrance, taken by these thugs. The nose ring man charged at Ye Chen with the knife. Ye Chen stood calmly, without a hint of fear, gave a faint smile, slid aside, dodging the man's attack, then raised his leg.
Boom...
