Smack!
Just as Huang Mao picked up the rice bowl and was about to smash it towards Wu Qian, a strong arm tightly gripped Huang Mao's wrist.
A crisp sound of bones cracking echoed, and with just a squeeze from Yang Tian, Huang Mao let out a scream like a pig being slaughtered.
"My hand... my hand..."
Huang Mao's face was filled with terror.
Yang Tian raised his palm and slapped down heavily.
This slap was infused with Spiritual Breath, and with just one strike, he knocked Huang Mao hard onto the ground.
"You son of a bitch dare to hit people?"
The other three thugs' faces were also filled with anger. With a smack, they broke a glass bottle and charged towards Yang Tian.
"Bring it on!"
Yang Tian didn't hold back at all. He leapt forward and started attacking. Every punch, every slap, every kick was delivered with deadly force.
After all, this was street fighting, and it required ruthlessness, fierceness, and viciousness.
There was no room for mercy or compassion.
