"Ah!"
The screams kept coming one after another. In the blink of an eye, those few men all clutched their thighs and collapsed to the ground howling—every single one of their leg bones had been smashed.
Wang Dadong walked toward the yellow-haired youth with the steel pipe in hand. The yellow-haired youth was so terrified he turned to run, but before he'd taken a few steps, Wang Dadong's fist smashed into his nose. His glasses shattered, blood gushed from his nose, and he fell to the ground.
Covering his nose, the yellow-haired youth groaned, "I'm one of Old Buddha's men. You dare hit me? I'll wipe out your whole family!"
"So you're Old Buddha?" Wang Dadong pretended to be surprised.
The yellow-haired youth said smugly, "Well? Now you know to be scared, huh?"
Before he could finish, Wang Dadong swung his leg and viciously kicked him in the crotch.
