"Revenge!" Dong Kunhu snorted, "Last night, Bei Qianhong and the other two gathered nearly three hundred thugs to block the person who hurt you in the back alley. Do you know what the final result was?"
Dong Yunye was stunned, his heart filled with joy. Nearly three hundred thugs, one punch each, would be enough to knock Ye Qingfeng over. But seeing Dong Kunhu's expression, something seemed off.
"Nearly three hundred people, all taken down by him alone. Bei Qianhong, Xi Tingfeng, and Nan Qingxun each had a leg broken, and now they're lying in hospital beds!"
Dong Kunhu said in a deep voice.
"What?"
Dong Yunye opened his mouth, and his mother beside him was equally shocked.
One person taking down nearly three hundred people, and crippling the sons of the Northern, Western, and Southern families — how terrifying is that?
"Dad, since fighting doesn't work, then use official power. He's a villain; the police can arrest him!"
