"Damn it! Get him!" Several burly men immediately pulled out knives, and from the way they held the knives, Ye Chen could roughly tell. Ye Chen dared not be careless, and also pulled out a dagger from his waist, biting it in his mouth, revealing a ferocious expression. When the others saw this, realizing they were peers, they exchanged glances and charged at Ye Chen together.
The advantage lay in their numbers, while Ye Chen was alone. As the saying goes, two fists can't fight four hands, especially when weapons are involved. Ye Chen put aside his underestimation.
"Heh!" With a loud shout from the enemy, the dagger in hand came slashing over. Ye Chen ducked his head, and after a quick stoop, he twisted his body in a very peculiar posture, allowing the knife to slide by and manage to get behind his assailant. Then, he plunged his dagger into the opponent's thigh.
Pfft...
