Hearing Ye Chen's words, those thugs couldn't help but burst into laughter.
They were well-known local hooligans, and Ye Chen was alone, clearly just a recent university graduate.
A weakling like him saying he'd take care of them—isn't that just a joke?
Huang Mao snorted coldly, "Kid, you're asking for it yourself, don't blame us for being ruthless."
As he finished speaking, Huang Mao swung a punch fiercely at Ye Chen's face.
Facing these thugs now was no different for Ye Chen than fighting with kindergarteners.
He raised his wrist and directly grabbed Huang Mao's right hand.
Just as Huang Mao threw his punch, he saw his fist caught by Ye Chen. What's more terrifying, he couldn't pull his fist back, Ye Chen's grip was like a vice, making it impossible to move an inch.
A look of horror appeared on Huang Mao's face; what kind of person was this young man to be so powerful?
