C20 Apathetic expression

Chi Yichen was currently surrounded by a few people and entered a small alley.

He got out of the car and looked at the two figures that emerged from the alley with an indifferent expression.

"Chi Zong, are you going to follow us yourself, or do you want us brothers to fight you?" The yellow haired bully at the front turned his wrist, his joints creaking inch by inch.

Chi Yichen slammed the car door, leaned against the car, and elegantly loosened his tie, unbuckled his sleeves, and took out a cigarette.

"That will depend on your abilities."

The yellow haired bully smirked and laughed wickedly, "I had long heard that Chi Zong was an expert, let's open our eyes today."

He waved his hand, and one of his subordinates rushed towards Chi Yichen with wooden sticks in hand.

Chi Yichen looked at the lackey who was rushing over, still lazily leaning on the carriage, and leisurely puking out a long cigarette.

The lackey who was rushing in front thought that he was just putting up a show, and was getting even more impatient, he raised his rod and ruthlessly smashed it towards Chi Yichen.

Chi Yichen tilted his head and retreated half a step. Using the momentum of his other leg, he raised it and aimed a precise kick at the lackey's face!

The delinquent's head tilted to the side as he was kicked to the point of bleeding from his mouth and nose. The stick in his hand dropped to the ground as he fell backwards, crashing into a group of delinquents who were rushing in.

The alley wasn't big, a bunch of random hoodlums crowded together in one place. Those who rushed to the front couldn't use their full strength, and those in the back couldn't enter the battle again.

On the contrary, it looked like a private training ground for Chi Yichen.

His slender figure moved through the crowd of hoodlums with ease, his movements straightforward. His kicks were sharp and carried a strong momentum. In just a few moments, all of the lackeys had fallen over, rolling on the ground and wailing for mercy.

The yellow haired delinquent leader nervously swallowed his saliva. Long before he made his move, he had investigated that three to five people were no match for Chi Yichen.

The other party could afford it, so he gathered a dozen or so of his brothers. However, the moment Chi Yichen came up, he was like a kicked melon cutting vegetables, cleaning up neatly and effortlessly.

His brother's club had fallen before it could even touch a strand of his hair.

Chi Yichen's expression was cold and solemn, like an Asura who just came out of hell, he leisurely walked towards the yellow-haired bully.

The yellow-haired hoodlum continuously retreated, knowing that he was not his match. He wanted to run, but he was afraid that he would lose his prestige in front of his brothers.

Just as he was hesitating, Chi Yichen had already forced him to the corner of the wall.

Chi Yichen carelessly straightened his sleeves, his indifferent face carrying a bloodthirsty ruthlessness. His voice was so cold that it seemed like it would freeze anyone who heard it, "Who sent you here?"

"I, I don't know what Chi Zong means by that. "I've long since heard that you're proficient in martial arts. I'm sure my brothers want to see it for themselves …"

Chi Yichen's foot flashed, and before the yellow-haired bully could see clearly how he kicked, he felt a sharp pain from his lower body.

"Ah …" He was like a cooked prawn as he painfully bent over, covered his lower body with both hands and rolled along the corner of the wall, "Chi Zong … I really don't know. Please be magnanimous and let us go. "

"Even if you don't say it, I don't think your tongue is of any use anymore. In the future, don't ever speak again."

Chi Yichen gracefully squatted down, his iron-claw-like big hand suddenly moved, grabbing onto the yellow hair on his lower jaw and forcing him to open his mouth, "I'm giving you one last chance, why don't you say it!"

Chi Yichen's profound eyes were overturning ruthless and violent. The more angry he was, the more indifferent his expression became.

The yellow-haired hoodlum could see the ruthlessness within, as if in the next second, he would be torn to shreds.

He was so scared that he started trembling, and the words he let out from his mouth became unclear, "I …" "Speak …"

Chi Yichen loosened his grip.

The yellow haired bully ignored the pain and struggled to get up. He kneeled in front of Chi Yichen and begged for forgiveness, "Yes …."