His aura was strong, but he didn't have guts.
Ye Jian laughed out loud. "Your hand is so stiff that it's hard to straighten it. Brother Cheng, you're already so scared, but you're still putting up a front. I'm threatening you. What can you do to me? If you have the ability, fight me one-on-one. I'll wait for you."
One-on-one? Brother Cheng wouldn't dare!
His thoughts were exposed, and he flew into a rage out of humiliation. "Who do you think you are? Do you think you are worthy of me?"
When the 15 people surrounding Song Zhiqiu heard their elder brother's voice, three of them ran over immediately. They wanted to help, but they didn't even have the chance to get close to him. Three minutes later, Ye Jian knocked them down.
Brother Cheng, who was standing at the side and sneering, realized that something was wrong. He didn't dare to stand at the side and watch anymore. He roared and raised his steel pipe to hit Ye Jian.
