Ye Cheng grinned, and the stick smashed on the Yellow hair's neck with the sound of the whistling wind.

"Ouch!" Huang Mao cried out miserably and was thrown to the ground by a stick. He fainted with a scream.

"This..." Seeing that Yecheng suddenly started, and played so hard, the other three little bastards were frightened and silly when they were confused.

"Hey, did I start throwing you all down or lifting him and rolling away?" Ye Cheng lighted a cigarette and squinted at the remaining three guys who were frightened.

These people are also social gangsters. It's okay to bully the old people and the students'sisters. Even the most...