Wu Kun's face turned ashen.
"Kid, you're really asking for it."
He strode directly to the trunk of the BMW.
Soon enough, he pulled out a long knife from the car.
The crowd was dumbstruck upon seeing this scene.
The knife had already been sharpened; its chilling gleam was unsettling.
Everyone was petrified.
No one expected this guy to be so ruthless.
To actually pull out such a knife.
If someone got hurt by that blade, it could be fatal.
The crowd retreated four or five steps back.
Someone advised.
"Little brother, run quickly."
"This guy is a lunatic; it's not worth dying for this matter."
"Exactly, that knife clearly has an edge, you can't beat him."
...
There was an uproar among the crowd.
Some kind-hearted people were urging Ye Chen to leave.
After all, Brother Kun was a notorious thug around here, resorting to knife attacks.
And people like him were desperados, there was no need for Ye Chen to risk his life against him.
