"You bunch of trash, why aren't you attacking yet?" Boss Zhang was almost out of breath with anger as he shouted at his lackeys.
The lackeys, having witnessed Ye Haochuan's speed just now, felt somewhat hesitant. The strength required to kick a nearly 200-pound man so far—how immense was it?
However, upon rethinking, no matter how strong he was, the saying goes, 'two hands can't beat four.' They had the numerical advantage, and could wear Ye Haochuan down.
With this thought, the lackeys exchanged glances. To be safe, they picked up some rebars and steel pipes as weapons before ferociously charging towards Ye Haochuan.
Ye Haochuan was already getting impatient from waiting. Seeing the group charging towards him, he nonchalantly met them head-on.
Handling these ordinary folks, he didn't even need to use his Gang Qi. Ye Haochuan wanted to practice his punches and kicks, so he literally began trading punches and kicks with them.
