Luo Yan shook his head. He had not even touched the man with a single finger, yet the man had actually accused him of beating him.
It seemed this guy did this sort of thing all the time.
Just then, seven or eight strapping young men came over. Seeing Luo Yan holding their companion's club, they rushed over without bothering to distinguish right from wrong and started attacking him.
Without a word, Luo Yan controlled his strength and sent a kick flying, knocking the man in front of him away.
The man's expression changed, and he cried out as he was sent crashing into several of his companions, knocking them to the ground.
A bald man rushed over and swung his club down.
Luo Yan leisurely turned aside, letting the iron club fall past his eyes, then raised a hand and struck.
Bang!
The bald man's pupils contracted. His entire body flew away and knocked over several long wooden benches.
Luo Yan used his foot to flick up the iron club the bald man had dropped. Holding it in his hand, he parried two water pipes that came chopping toward him.
Then, attacking with both hands, he broke the arms of two men.
He quickly advanced again, wielding the club like a sword, chopping and thrusting.
Moments later, all the thugs were sprawled on the ground, rolling around and screaming.
Only then did the short, fat man arrive with several underlings. Seeing the people scattered across the ground, he froze for a moment.
Then he looked at Luo Yan.
"Was this your doing?"
Luo Yan tossed the iron club onto the ground. Without even looking at the man, he turned around and said gently to Xiao Xiao, "Let's go."
Xiao Xiao let out an "Ah" and said, "We're leaving?"
"Sure.