There were only a few roads leading out of the city. It was already past noon, and the people who had come to the county town for the market were all leaving, hurrying home before dark.
With such a commotion on Wang Yan's side, passersby on their way back naturally gathered around to take a look.
Fortunately, Wang Yan had acted swiftly and had already taken all the money off those men. By the time the crowd gathered, he had left with the bewildered Old Liu and the others.
All that remained were the dozen or so local hooligans lying on the ground clutching their arms, baring their teeth and howling in pain. They did not regret trying to cause trouble; they only hated Wang Yan to the bone.
After the group had walked some distance away and there was no one around, they finally slowed down.
Yu Ming panted heavily and asked, "Brother Yan, there won't be any trouble, right?"
"What trouble could there be?"
Before Wang Yan could answer, Li Kuiyong spoke first. "We were defending ourselves. Those little thieves must already have records on them. Having their arms broken will save everyone trouble—nobody wants to bother with them. Judging by how arrogantly they strutted around, they care a lot about saving face. They probably won't go to the police either. Otherwise, how could they keep hanging around the streets afterward?
"Besides, if they really cause Brother Yan trouble, once we get out, do you think those bastards will still be okay? You must have heard how good Brother Yan is at fighting. What can a few bastards like them amount to?"
At that moment, Old Liu cut in and asked, "Comrade Wang, from the sound of it, you've practiced martial arts and are quite well-known in Jingcheng?"