Who the Hell Are You People!?

"That kid."

Brother Fei said, "You, what did you just say? I didn't hear you clearly. Could you say it again for me?"

Zhao Ritian said, "No need to thank me! I stopped him because I wanted to beat you all to death myself! But don't get anxious, I haven't received the money yet..."

Brother Fei spread his hands and turned back to look at his lackeys with a puzzled expression.

The one holding the baseball bat leaned close to Brother Fei. "Brother Fei, these guys seem to be..."

He gestured at his own head. "A few screws loose!"

Brother Fei said, "Kid, let him go. Let me see how he's going to beat us to death."

"No! If I let him go, he really will beat you to death! He's very cruel, believe me!"

Brother Fei laughed. "How about this? If he can knock all of us down, I'll give you a million. Sound good?"

The thugs around them all burst out laughing.

Zhao Ritian clutched Long Aotian tightly. "Really?"

"Really."

Brother Fei was clearly just treating Zhao Ritian like an idiot and teasing him.

"Let him go. If he beats us into submission, I'll give you a million. It won't interfere with your business."

At that, the thugs around them erupted into laughter again. A few of them were practically laughing themselves breathless.

Zhao Ritian said, "I'm not afraid you'll go back on your word." As he spoke, he let go of Long Aotian.

Brother Fei said, "Friend, go ahead. Let us see—"

Bang!

It was the first time these thugs had ever seen someone get punched so hard that both feet left the ground and he went flying.

Brother Fei really flew—and he was really done for.

He flew sideways like a bullet, slammed into a car