"Who the hell dares to cause trouble at Yonghong?"
The call had just been made.
A dark-skinned man, accompanied by a few brothers, marched out from the Hexi Teahouse, wielding iron rods as they hurried over.
Each one of them was muscular, with a fierce look in their eyes, like devils incarnate!
"It's this kid, get rid of him!" Xiong Chumo shouted, pointing at Ye Huan.
"Damn it, kid."
"You're asking for death!"
Old Hei grabbed Ye Huan's shoulder, spun him around to face him while swinging the electric baton in his hand.
He was ready to slam it hard onto Ye Huan's head!
But as he turned him around and caught sight of Ye Huan's face.
"What the hell."
Old Hei reacted like a startled rabbit, cursing under his breath before backing away a few steps, ending up on the ground.
Not just him, his henchmen were the same, sweat beading on their foreheads.
