Bam!
When the black-faced man's fierce eyes were less than two meters away from him, Ye Chen suddenly launched a kick, fiercely striking the black-faced man's chest. In the moment the black-faced man was stunned, he leveraged the counter-force, leaping up again, and his legs like scissors, almost simultaneously jabbed at the throats of the two men.
Plop!
The two guys immediately spat out fresh blood, almost piercing their throats. Fortunately, Ye Chen exercised some restraint, as killing someone would be troublesome. The two fell, while the black-faced man only felt a burning sensation in his chest, but seeing that four out of five of his men were down, he suddenly found it less amusing. Holding a machete, he didn't know what to do.
"Hey, isn't it time to repay the money?" Ye Chen clapped his hands and said, "I don't have time to play with you guys anymore!"
"Repay... I'll repay now!" The black-faced man nodded hastily.
