"Well, looks like I've run into someone today who doesn't know the height of the sky or the depth of the earth. Saves me the trouble of worrying about him running away," Yang Yang chuckled and walked over.
A dozen or so people immediately surrounded the man.
The man stopped in his tracks, used two fingers to hold the cigarette dangling from his mouth, and exhaled a puff of smoke, flowing naturally, carrying an indescribable aura.
However, in the eyes of Yang Yang, Ye Ming, and the dozen or so thugs, this was clearly a provocation.
Ye Ming really wanted to see Fang Yi show a terrified expression because that would make him feel good. But, to his surprise, Fang Yi wasn't afraid at all; he looked calm, and every move was composed and natural.
This made Ye Ming even angrier. He had called so many people, yet the other party wasn't afraid at all.
Pretending?
Or does he really have confidence?
