Brother Song and Fang Tang fell to the ground dazed and confused.
Brother Song had a dark bruise on his forehead, and Fang Tang's glasses were broken.
Yang Fei stood imposingly in front of them, rubbing his hands together eagerly.
"Come on" he said, "let me tell you, I have three main principles when it comes to fighting."
"Hit the weak, hit those already down, and hit the pretentious ones—you guys have all three, so bring it on, will you?"
In Brother Song's eyes flared a furious fire, and he got up, ready to fight Yang Fei to the death.
But Fang Tang firmly grasped his hand.
His voice was urgent and deep.
"Brother Song, we are at Jingshui Villa. This guy has hit people and caused burns. Young Master Ming Tai won't let him off; we don't need to stoop to his level."
At the mention of "Young Master Ming Tai," Brother Song suddenly shuddered.
This Young Master Ming Tai was famously averse to violence.