"You dog, still dare to be so arrogant? If I don't beat you to your knees today, my name's not Wang!" Wang Ergou roared, lifting a steel pipe and swinging it at Chen Yang.
Chen Yang was bent over, tidying up his things, his back to Wang Ergou.
To an ordinary person, he looked like he was asking for a beating.
But how could Chen Yang's awareness be limited to just his line of sight?
As Wang Ergou charged with the steel pipe and was about to smash it down on Chen Yang's back,
Chen Yang suddenly turned around and punched Wang Ergou in the stomach.
Pfft...
Wang Ergou doubled over in pain, his body curled up like a shrimp.
Blood trickled from the corner of his mouth.
"Damn."
Chen Yang moved so quickly that by the time the people behind Wang Ergou realized what had happened, Wang Ergou was already on the ground, unconscious.
The other guys cried out in shock, wanting to rush forward and fight.
