Bam...
The first punk went down, Ye Chen's kick landed squarely on his chest, guessing it must have broken a couple of ribs. The punk flew out like a pitiful insect tossed aside.
Bam...
Not long after, the second person also fell and couldn't get up, Ye Chen had snatched the iron rod from the punk at the start. This rod weighed more than ten pounds and was struck directly on the man's thigh, causing the man in suspenders and jeans to pass out from the pain.
The tall muscular guy was still cautiously dealing with Ye Chen, waving the steel pipe in his hand constantly towards Ye Chen, as if they were all dancing continuously. Ye Chen swept through, knocking down several people, then his palm clapped on the ground, and suddenly, his legs shot up from the ground like a pair of scissors emerging sharply.
Crack...
