The leader of the motorcycle gang didn't speak, but gave a look to the curly-haired man, tacitly approving what he had just said.
The curly-haired man waved to a few of his companions riding motorcycles behind him. These people dismounted one after another and stood behind the curly-haired man. Passersby on the roadside stopped to watch.
"What are you looking at? Do you know who we are? If you don't want trouble, get out of here, don't disturb me," the curly-haired man yelled at the people around them.
As soon as he finished speaking, the curly-haired man's subordinates drove these people away, and then surrounded Ye Bufan, Chu Mengyao, and Wang Xinyan.
Chu Mengyao frowned, looking at the group of people, and recalled some useful information.
"This group looks a lot like Zhuang Sijie from Zhuang Family Tea House in Zhanghai City," Chu Mengyao whispered to Ye Bufan.
"Oh! Beauty, you've even heard of our eldest brother's Zhuang Family Tea House." The curly-haired man also heard Chu Mengyao's words and immediately laughed. "Since you know, you should understand that the tea from our Zhuang Family Tea House is popular all over the country. Our boss is a big shot. If you follow our boss, he will naturally not treat you badly."
Chu Mengyao's expression remained unchanged, and she explained to Ye Bufan: "This group has a bit of a dark nature and is notorious in Zhanghai City."
"Hmm? What did you say?" The curly-haired man looked at Chu Mengyao, his expression changing, and he yelled, "Be careful, I'll tear your mouth apart."
"Oh! Weren't you very arrogant just now? How come you're flustered when you hear someone talking about your group now?" Wang Xinyan mocked the curly-haired man.
The curly-haired man's face darkened. Their boss, Zhuang Sijie of Zhuang Family Tea House, looked at Chu Mengyao with a strange expression.
"Juanmao." Zhuang Sijie called out. Juanmao looked back at Zhuang Sijie, and the other gave him another look.
Immediately after, Juanmao turned his head and grinned at Wang Xinyan, a very sinister grin.
"Little girl, I hope you can still talk to me in this tone later." As the curly-haired man's voice fell, he raised his right hand and waved gently. His subordinates immediately moved.
Chu Mengyao and Wang Xinyan simultaneously dodged behind Ye Bufan.
Ye Bufan was stunned for a moment, and then couldn't help but smile: It seems these two are emboldened because I am here.
"I advise you not to come any closer, or I'm afraid you won't even make it to the Martial Arts Tournament venue."
Ye Bufan looked at the people in front of him and reminded them calmly.
"Heh! Who do you think you are? You want to fight ten? Let me tell you, my big brother, Zhuang Sijie, is an advanced martial artist. And I am an intermediate martial artist, about to become an advanced martial artist. At least half of the remaining people are beginner martial artists. I ask you, what do you have to fight us with?"
Chu Mengyao listened to the curly-haired man's words and exchanged a look with Wang Xinyan. The two couldn't help but laugh.
"What are you laughing at?" Seeing Chu Mengyao and Wang Xinyan secretly laughing, the curly-haired man's anger instantly ignited.
"Brothers, go! Let them show us how strong we are!"
With a command from the curly-haired man, the remaining subordinates rushed towards Ye Bufan and the other two.
"Bang—" Ye Bufan stood still. The rushing people were instantly sent flying backward. Some even crashed into Juanmao's motorcycle.
Juanmao stood there dumbfounded, staring shocked at the fallen men. Wang Xinyan excitedly high-fived Chu Mengyao.
"Oh my, so many beginner martial artists have fallen. Will he ask you to compensate for these motorcycles?" Wang Xinyan asked Ye Bufan with mock concern.
Ye Bufan shrugged. Juanmao clenched his fists in anger, his aura bursting forth.
"A bunch of useless trash, can't even take down one person." Juanmao punched and charged forward.
"Juanmao!" Zhuang Sijie shouted, but it was too late. Juanmao had already thrown a punch.
Ye Bufan unhurriedly extended his left hand, formed a sword finger, and lightly tapped Juanmao's fist. True Qi instantly surged into Juanmao's fist, raging violently.
"Crack—" A crisp sound of bone breaking was heard.
"Crack, crack, crack—" Following that, several more sounds of bone breaking followed.
"Ah—" Juanmao let out a pig-like scream. The hand he used to punch with instantly drooped. He looked at Ye Bufan in terror, his face turning pale, and cold sweat breaking out all over his forehead.
"You... what did you do to me?" Juanmao looked at Ye Bufan, all his previous confidence gone.
"Boom—" Seeing this, Zhuang Sijie quickly revved the engine, preparing to escape.
"See? Your boss is about to abandon you and flee," Wang Xinyan continued to mock Juanmao.
Juanmao was now too weak from the pain to even stand. He looked at Zhuang Sijie in despair. Ye Bufan believed that after this incident, Juanmao would definitely bear a grudge against Zhuang Sijie and would not be willing to help him even in the future.
Zhuang Sijie rode his motorcycle away at full speed. The moment the motorcycle started, Ye Bufan used his "Sucking Palm" on Zhuang Sijie.
"Boom—" The motorcycle sped away. Zhuang Sijie was lifted into the air again, sucked up by Ye Bufan's "Sucking Palm." After hovering in the air for half a second, he was pulled in front of Juanmao by Ye Bufan.
Ye Bufan raised his hand, and Zhuang Sijie immediately knelt before Ye Bufan.
"Lord, spare me!" Chu Mengyao was somewhat surprised by Zhuang Sijie's decisive kneeling. This Zhuang Sijie had no backbone at all, immediately surrendering and begging for mercy.
"Explain yourself." Ye Bufan said.
"From beginning to end, I didn't give any orders. It was all this Juanmao talking and commanding," Zhuang Sijie said, pointing at the curly-haired man beside him.
Juanmao's eyes widened as he looked at Zhuang Sijie. He couldn't believe his boss would betray him like this.
"See? Your so-called boss, at the moment of life and death, is shifting all the responsibility onto you," Ye Bufan said, turning to Juanmao.
Although Juanmao was unwilling to believe it, he nodded.
"As their leader, you naturally bear great responsibility," Ye Bufan said to Zhuang Sijie. "We are not foolish, nor are we blind. We saw every look in your eyes."
After speaking, Ye Bufan struck Zhuang Sijie's chest with a palm.
"Ah—" Zhuang Sijie screamed and fell to the ground, rolling around.
"My hands! My legs! What did you do to me?" Zhuang Sijie yelled at Ye Bufan.
"I merely crippled your limbs to teach you a lesson," Ye Bufan said.
Zhuang Sijie was unwilling. He looked at Ye Bufan with resentful eyes and shouted, "Kid, if you have the guts, kill me. Crippling me is nothing. My family is the Zhuang Family Tea House. If something happens to me, my family will definitely not let you go. As long as I have a breath left, you will never have peace."
"In that case, I can't spare you." Ye Bufan struck Zhuang Sijie's head with a palm. The blood vessels in Zhuang Sijie's eyes instantly burst. He lay motionless. Juanmao stepped forward to check him and was so frightened that he fell to the floor.
Zhuang Sijie, perished!