In the next second, before Ye Guichen could even make a move, the four burly men flew out faster than they had come in, crashing into several tables and chairs before stopping.
"Oh, you've got some skills."
Buddha waved his hand again, sending over a dozen more men.
This time, they were all armed with clubs, showing a fierce and ruthless demeanor.
Ye Guichen narrowed his eyes and swung his fists again.
In the blink of an eye, the dozen-plus men were sent flying as well.
Buddha's eyelid twitched, not expecting Ye Guichen to be this capable.
"Damn, I really underestimated you." Buddha waved his hand again: "Shit, don't hold back, beat him to death!"
"Roar!"
Another twenty to thirty burly men rushed forward inside the bar.
This time, Ye Guichen seized an iron bar, swung it fiercely like autumn wind sweeping fallen leaves, sending people flying everywhere with a clattering sound.
Another swing, and a large number of them fell again.
