Time passed by, and Ye Chen chatted with Uncle Mo and the others.
Just then, one of Zhu Yeqing's men came in to report:
"Sister Zhu, a large convoy is coming. Judging from the size of the convoy, there are probably dozens of people."
The person has arrived.
Zhu Yeqing ordered his men to leave.
Not long after, led by a lean man, a large group of thugs stormed into the courtyard of Mo Mengfei's villa, looking fierce and menacing.
Fortunately, Mo Mengfei's villa had a very large yard, several hundred square meters, otherwise, there wouldn't have been enough space for so many people to stand.
"Which of you is Mo Hongru?"
As soon as he arrived, the lean man shouted at Ye Chen and the others.
"I am Mo Hongru."
"very good."
The lean man nodded fiercely.
With a single movement from the lean man, his thugs slowly dispersed, preparing to attack.
"Are you scared now? If you are, kneel down and beg me to spare you, or else..."
The lean man sneered.
"Fear? Why should we be afraid?"
Ye Chen countered with a question.
"Why be afraid? Hahaha, brothers, he asked us why we should be afraid, what do you think?"
The lean man was amused by Ye Chen's words and asked his subordinates a question in return.
"Why? Don't you see how many of us there are?"
"Putting everything else aside, if any one of us kicked you, you'd probably be half-dead..."
The lean man's men were equally arrogant; naturally, they weren't afraid of Ye Chen's few men.
"You think you've got this in the bag, just because you outnumber them?"
Ye Chen continued to ask.
"That's for sure. Even if you're a Sanda master or a martial arts champion, you're definitely no match for us."
The lean man gave a confident answer.
"Is that so?"
Ye Chen smiled mysteriously, then raised his hand and patted it slowly.
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