They exchanged blows for over ten minutes, and unusually, not a single one from Li Yang's side was harmed, while more than half of their opponents lay on the ground, moaning in pain.
Li Feng watched the two groups fight with boredom, casually tossing a few coins into the fray as if he were nonchalantly watching a street monkey performance.
"Forget those guys, take out that kid first!"
The young man had already noticed his own side falling one after another and upon realizing that Li Feng in the corner was to blame, his anger surged as he shouted loudly.
Without further ado, he raised his machete and led the charge towards Li Feng, who was squatting in the corner.
Seeing several black-clad, masked men rushing towards him, Li Feng only looked on with a smile and casually threw the last of the coins in his hand.
Ah! My stomach, you...
Some of the masked men, who were about to rush over, suddenly clutched their bellies and curled up on the ground in agony.
