"You think you can just leave like that? Did I agree?"
The young man shouted coldly, reaching swiftly and viciously for Ye Fan's wrist, clearly aiming to cripple one of Ye Fan's hands.
"Get lost!"
Ye Fan's expression turned cold, and like lightning, he grabbed the young man's wrist, shook it forcefully, and directly flung the young man seven or eight zhang away, crashing to the ground.
The young man screamed miserably, jumped up, and had a pale rib bone stuck in his butt.
"Did your chrysanthemum get blasted?"
Hu Fei and Shi Ye stood dumbfounded, then burst into loud laughter.
Poof!
The crowd watching couldn't help but laugh as well.
The young man pulled out the bone from his butt, furious and humiliated, shouting: "How dare you fight back? I'll cripple you!"
Just then, another five people came rushing over from a distance. The spectators' faces changed dramatically, secretly sweating for Ye Fan and his two companions, as none of these newcomers looked easy to deal with.
