Yang Fan was right, they had just left the bar when seven or eight people approached and blocked their path.
"Remember me, bitch?" The leader was the same man who had hit on Murong Yan in the bar earlier.
"Watch your mouth." Yang Fan's cold gaze swept over the man.
"Oh, do you know what place this is?" The man sneered at Yang Fan.
Yang Fan shook his head: "No idea."
"You're quite bold. Leave your wife, and you can go." The man glared menacingly at Yang Fan.
"Sorry, we came together, so we're leaving together."
"Heh, it's not up to you. Since you damn..."
Bam!
Yang Fan punched the man in the mouth, sending him flying two or three meters back before crashing to the ground, screaming, clutching his mouth with all his teeth knocked out, blood spurting from his mouth.
"&...&&&*&￥#￥%%%..." The man on the ground shrieked and pointed at Yang Fan, and his cohorts understood his meaning, all seven lunging at Yang Fan.
