Lin Yi looked down, grabbing his finger.
The latter's expression changed immediately, showing pain.
"What did you just say?"
"Damn it, let me go!"
Grasping his finger, Lin Yi suddenly twisted it upwards.
Instantly bent at a ninety-degree angle, the Mediterranean man's body twisted to alleviate the pain in his finger.
Lin Yi lifted his leg and kicked the Mediterranean man, sending him flying.
"Get him for me!"
The Mediterranean man cursed, clutching his finger.
The men around him started to stir, rushing at Lin Yi.
"Stay put, everyone."
Lin Yi took out a dagger he carried.
"Getting stabbed for some money isn't worth it."
The dozens of people were a bit panicked, sensing something was wrong.
Who on earth goes out carrying a knife just like that?
"Kid, looks like you want to fight us to the bitter end."
The Mediterranean man said darkly:
"Carrying a knife, is it to boost your courage?"
"Not really for that, more of a habit."
"Quite the skills you have."
