Ye Guichen played with the switchblade: "With your little tricks, you really think you can mess with me?"
"What?" Brother Snake was startled, his face turning sinister: "You little bastard, what did you say? I don't understand!"
"Heh, seems like you still don't believe a dead man until you see his coffin!" Ye Guichen couldn't be bothered to explain, standing up slowly. Brother Snake was so scared, he took two steps back and shouted at his men, "What are you all standing there for! Damn it, this guy is strong, break his hands and feet first!"
Several burly men rushed forward, waving steel pipes.
Ye Guichen raised his head, grabbed the switchblade, and gave it a light squeeze.
The once incredibly sturdy switchblade was crushed like a ball of cotton.
The burly men who were charging forward froze in fear, swallowing hard.
One of them stammered, "B-Brother Snake, this kid is too damned strange."
Brother Snake broke out in a cold sweat.
