Chapter 38 (1/2)

Yan Tian was capable of feeling it. The auras of these dozens of men were quite strong. They absolutely didn’t take on the mold of ordinary gangsters. Yan Tian was certain, these gangsters were all people that had received stringent training. The long course of training gave these men a sense of a different feeling. That was to say they were without the slightest bit of restraint. Even a squadron of special commandos wouldn’t be able to match up to these gangsters. Moreover, they would lack the same aura of these dozen plus men.

Yet as Yan Tian was getting read to speak, he saw a black Bentley driving forward in the distance. The Bentley stopped at the side of the black commercial vehicle, and two people stepped out of the car subsequently. One of them was a middle-aged man with a shaved head and the other was a young guy wearing sungla.s.ses. Once these two men saw Yan Tian, they came over.

Looking at the two people coming, Yan Tian laughed. Sure enough he hadn't guessed incorrectly. These were the men of Flaming Ma. Last time he had struck Flaming Ma's men, but at that time Flaming hadn't continued to seek out Yan Tian. Today though, he he finally come. It was merely that Yan Tian looked curiously at the young guy standing by Flaming Ma's side.

Surprisingly, the person standing at Flaming Ma's side was Huang Le who he had struck when Yan Tian was applying for a job. Yan Tian looked at Young Master Huang and suddenly recalled something. Before, Ah Long had said there was a Young Master Huang, Huang Le in Fengan's Four Young Masters. Could it be that this Young Master Huang was Fengan's Four Young Masters' Huang Le?

”Hehe, brat, you hit me, so take a look how I've come to sort things out with you today.” Huang Le walked in front of Yan Tian and snickered proudly. Yan Tian had struck him twice.

”Haha, For such a little guy like myself, you guys have brought so many people. Seems you guys think of me pretty highly.” Yan Tian didn’t pay attention to Huang Le's words and chuckled at Flaming Ma without a trace of fear.

Huang Le saw that surprisingly, Yan Tian was without a bit of fear. He said disdainfully: ”You're still laughing, but I want to wait and see if you can still can later on.”

”Hurry up, papa wants to go home and eat. If you want to fight, let's fight. Quit dawdling.” Yan Tian was slightly angry. How come in these past several days he always had so many people looking for trouble?

”Hmph, go. Waste him good.” Flaming Ma wouldn’t be superfluous with Yan Tian and immediately got ready to wreck him.

After the group of gangsters heard the command, they surrounded Yan Tian collectively like they wanted to cover him up like sticky rice.

Yan Tian saw the gangsters preparing to make a move, so he rubbed his hands together and twisted his neck, facing forwards the closest gangster in the front and charging forwards.

All of the gangster weren't simple characters. Watching Yan Tian striking out, each and everyone commenced their a.s.sault on Yan Tian.

Noticing the group of men facing towards and punching out, Yan Tian was neither panicked nor disorganized. He gently jumped on the shoulder of the tallest gangster and lashed his foot out into his face with all of his might.

”Crack”

The sound echoed out and the bridge of the gangster's nose was broken by Yan Tian. However, contrary to Yan Tian's expectations, the man surprisingly seemed to not have felt a thing. The man snarled and stretched his hand out to grab Yan Tian's leg.

Yan Tian saw that if his foot was captured by gangster, then it would be no good. If he was caught, and even if his skills were terrifying, then they would be of no use. In the instant his foot was going to be captured, Yan Tian used his other foot to strike the gangster's temple. Since these gangsters wanted to waste him, then so what if he killed several of them?

However, Yan Tian nearly spat blood when he discovered what happened. He believed that he had kicked the man to death, but surprisingly the gangster was fine as if nothing had happened. It had to be known that his kick could make a hole in a bus, let alone a man's head.

It was possible that Yan Tian's strike had thoroughly incensed the gangster. All he could see was the gangster roaring angrily, smas.h.i.+ng towards the red Porsche behind Yan Tian.

Yan Tian saw that such a path wouldn’t be good. This was Liu Ruoxin's car. If it was banged up, he would be fired, but in a blink of an eye, his red Porsche was smashed. Yan Tian was without means or methods in midair, as he was simply incapable of controlling his own figure. He was forced to look on helplessly as his car was smashed. Yet at the same moment, he still didn’t forget to protect his head with his arm.

”Bang”