Ye Feng frowned slightly when he heard this.
There really was no shortage of dumbasses in this world. These people were all going to die anyway. There was no point getting angry with someone like that.
At that thought, Ye Feng's brow relaxed again, and he abruptly unleashed his aura.
This time, Ye Feng held nothing back. Some of the weaker subordinates instantly exploded under the terrifying pressure, their bodies turning into clouds of blood.
The horrifying sight immediately cowed everyone on the other side. The arrogance in their eyes vanished, replaced by utter terror, as though Ye Feng were a devil and they were lambs awaiting slaughter.
They desperately wanted to flee, but the immense pressure made even moving their bodies extremely difficult, let alone escaping.
One person was unaffected: the obese man on the sedan chair. It was not because the fat man was particularly strong, but because Ye Feng had deliberately saved him for last, wanting him to taste what it felt like to await slaughter.
The fat man had yet to notice anything wrong with his subordinates, but he knew that the young man before him was not someone to provoke. All he wanted now was to leave this place immediately and get as far away from this young man as possible.
The fat man hurriedly urged his subordinates to leave, but they could barely protect themselves, much less spare any attention for him.
After shouting for a long time without anyone responding, the fat man finally noticed their condition. They all looked as though they were under tremendous strain, their bodies trembling uncontrollably and their clothes soaked with sweat.
Though the fat man was a spoiled wastrel, he was no fool. One look at the situation told him that the young man before him was