"Charge!" Feng Zhixiao and his men rushed forward.
Liu the Tyrant followed closely behind. Facing the ten plus people from the Liu Clan, Feng Zhixiao showed no courtesy whatsoever—a kick for each, and with one kick, the opponent was immediately down and couldn't get up. The eight men were like eight fierce tigers just descending from Tiger Mountain. The Liu Clan members could initially withstand a couple of strikes, but in a moment, they were all on the ground. No one knew where Jiang Wei found a bunch of rope, but he strung them all together like candied fruit skewers.
"Ye Chen, you truly have audacity beyond belief!" The old lady was extremely angry, gritting her teeth she said, "You actually dare treat the Liu Clan members like this, aren't you afraid they'll come for you tomorrow?"
"I really hope they come tomorrow!" Ye Chen sneered coldly, "But before they arrive, shouldn't I prepare a gift for them?"
"What do you plan to do?" the old lady asked angrily.
