"Courting death."
The man's eyes narrowed, and he trembled with rage due to Ye Xiaofei's move. He quickly threw out his fist towards Ye Xiaofei's head.
Thud.
As they say, it was too late when it was said. Ye Xiaofei's foot kicked out as well, and with a thud, it struck the man's belly. The man flew backwards towards the twenty gangsters, even knocking a few of them down.
"Ye Xiaofei, you really are formidable."
Clutching his stomach and with a face full of anger, the man gritted his teeth and gestured with his hand. All twenty-plus men stood up and said, "Luckily, I brought twenty brothers with me."
Ye Xiaofei furrowed his brows. Clearly, this person wasn't here just to collect protection money—it was because of him. Could it be someone from the Dragon-Tiger Gang?
Looking at the twenty-plus strong men, Ye Xiaofei flipped his fingers and tossed; twenty silver needles flew out silently.