"My hand... the bones in my hand are broken..." After the young man hit the ground, he immediately began howling in agony.
The sight stunned everyone. They surrounded Li Yichen, but none of them dared step forward.
"You go..." one of them said, nudging the companion beside him.
"Why don't you go?" His companion rolled his eyes at him.
"Do I look stupid?" The man rolled his eyes back and said disdainfully, "I only make a few thousand a month. Why would I risk my life... it's not worth it..."
"There are only two of them! What are you afraid of?" Fatty Zhou was furious and shouted, "I'm offering ten million! Whoever kills them gets ten million from me!"
A hefty reward always brought out the brave. The moment they heard "ten million," their eyes went red with greed. Ten million! They could never earn that much in their entire lives.
"Get them!" someone shouted. At once, everyone charged at the two men excitedly, looking at them as though they were stacks of cash.
"Xiao Li, shall we get started?" Ouyang Hai was no longer nervous. Instead, he was getting excited, the hot-blooded fighting spirit within him actually beginning to boil.
Then he added, "I'll take one. The rest are yours." With that, he charged forward, yelling at the top of his lungs.
A second later, a thud rang out, and someone kicked him right back.
"Fuck... you little bastard! You dare kick me? I'll kill you..." Ouyang Hai's eyes immediately went red, and he made to charge back in for another desperate fight.
"Uh..." Li Yichen was speechless. Wouldn't you just be serving yourself up to get killed? Give it a rest.
With that thought, he grabbed Ouyang Hai's shoulder and said helplessly, "Uncle Ouyang, let me handle this."