Brother Hu had not expected this kid to be such a good fighter, and for a moment he was somewhat shocked, but now so many of his brothers had been taken down by him, if he ran away now, where would his authority be in front of his brothers in the future.
Yan Song narrowed his eyes, sizing him up, then curled his lips in disdain. That look deeply provoked Brother Hu, who secretly cursed under his breath, picked up his stick, and limped towards Yan Song.
Yan Song dodged left and right, clearly toying with him. A back kick, a reverse hook punch; he was clearly showing off his skills. He was impressively stylish, and Yun Ya "giggled" with laughter, her crisp laughter echoing under the night sky, ethereal and pleasant, further stimulating Yan Song.
"Brother Yan is so cool, beating all the bad guys down."
