Lee Young-Ki's words imdiately aroused the anger of the crowd. Everyone shouted loudly, wanting these Koreans to pay the price.
Park Sangwoo and the others were so frightened by this anger that they retreated, their faces pale.
At this mont, a loud shout ca from the street. "I want to see who dares to stand up for this kid. If you have the guts, co out and try."
Hearing this, everyone turned around.
At the end of the street, a group of people walked over aggressively. There were about 30 of them.
This group of people were all carrying machetes and other weapons in their hands, and they all looked fierce.
The one walking in front was a man with long hair.
The man looked to be in his thirties. He was quite handso and had a devilish smile on his face.
Those who were still complaining about Ye Feng's injustice turned pale after seeing this person. They all retreated.
The young man walked over and lit a cigarette with his head lowered. Then, he looked up at the crowd. "Who said that we were going to help this kid? If you're a man, step forward."
Everyone avoided his gaze, not daring to look at him.
The man could not help but snicker. He turned to look at Ye Feng. "Brat, you have had enough of the lilight. If you don't want to die, then scram."
Ye Feng did not turn back to look at him, he only looked at Lee Young-Ki quietly. "It seems that you have no intention of fulfilling the bet."
Lee Young-Ki had a smug smile on his face. "Let introduce you. This is the Second Young Master of the Han family in the gambling city, Han Antong. You should have heard of the Han family's strength, right?"
Ye Feng laughed lightly. He had asked Zhao Fulin about the major forces in the gambling city. He had naturally heard of this Han family.
The Han family could be said to be the second largest force in the gambling city, second only to the Xiao family.
Moreover, the developnt montum in the past few years was very fierce, and there was a great trend of replacing them. Now, the two families had reached a state of being incompatible with each other.
However, he didn't expect that these Koreans would be related to the Han family.
Lee Young-Ki looked at Ye Feng proudly. "You have two choices now. The first is to break one of your arms and leave. The second option is to bet with again. As long as you can walk out of this street safely with these spoils of war, you win. However, there's also a possibility that you will die here. You choose."
When everyone heard his two choices, they couldn't help but curse him for being shaless. This b*stard had clearly lost, yet he still had the face to suggest such a choice.
No matter which of these two choices he chose, he would have to pay a heavy price.
Was this the treatnt of a winner?
However, the current situation was stronger than the person. The other party had the Han family backing him up. Who would dare to say "no"?
Ye Feng stared at Lee Young-Ki for a mont and suddenly laughed. "I choose to continue the competition?"
Lee Young-Ki looked at him as if he was a fool. "Have you thought it through? If you lose, you will die."
Ye Feng rubbed his nose. "What if you lose?"
Lee Young-Ki couldn't help but laugh. "I lose? If I lose, I'll be at your rcy."
Ye Feng snapped his fingers. "It's a deal. Then what are we waiting for? Let's begin."
After saying that, he imdiately picked up the bank card and the Nine Dragon Cup on the table and slowly stood up.
Everyone's hearts were in their throats as they looked at him in disbelief.
Was this guy really going to accept the challenge? Was he crazy?
Han Antong had brought at least twenty to thirty people with him, each of them holding a sharp weapon.
If he wanted to rush out of the encirclent of these people, it was simply a fool's dream. He would most likely be chopped into at paste, right?
Han Antong tilted his head and took a puff of his cigarette before slowly exhaling a column of smoke.
"Kid, I advise you to obediently chop off one of your hands and scram. Don't force us to make a move. Once we make a move, it won't be as simple as breaking a hand. Have you ever seen at paste? Hiss… It hurts just thinking about it."
He had a mocking expression on his face, he was obviously treating Ye Feng as a clown.
Kacha…
At this mont, a clap of thunder happened to ring out in the sky. Imdiately after, a torrential rain poured down without warning.
Ye Feng smiled. "Look, even the heavens are helping to raise the atmosphere. Since the atmosphere has reached this point, if we don't kill a few people, wouldn't we be letting down their good intentions?"
Han Antong slowly raised the machete in his hand. "Since you want to die, then go ahead and try."
The rain was getting heavier and heavier, covering everything in the surroundings.
"Those who block will die!" Ye Feng shouted loudly. He charged toward the crowd in front of him. He had a heroic attitude that said he would go ahead even if there were millions of people.
Cheng Fei'er did not fall behind and imdiately rushed forward.
A man and a woman, facing an enemy ten tis their number, chose to resist without hesitation.
The onlookers felt a fire burning in their chests. It was better to kill to their heart's content than to live a submissive life.
However, they did not have the courage to resist. They could only choose to endure humiliation and live.
Many people could no longer bear to watch. Without even thinking, they knew that these two people would definitely die under the chaotic blades.
As for Lee Young-Ki and the rest of the Koreans, they were all gloating as they waited for the two to be beheaded.
If they dared to beco enemies with them, only death awaited them.
Just when everyone thought that Ye Feng and Cheng Fei'er would definitely die...
The next scene completely overturned their understanding.
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