The dust kicked up at the street corner gradually settled, revealing more than a dozen figures. At the lead was a man of extraordinary heft, a full half-head taller than Li Daniu. His body was corded with muscle, his arms thick and powerful, and his bell-like eyes flashed with a fierce, malevolent light. It was none other than the leader of the Black Tiger Gang, known as the "Iron Fist King", Wang Hu! Behind him followed a dozen elite members of the Black Tiger Gang, each clutching a sharp blade. With grim expressions and steady footfalls, they were clearly seasoned martial artists, far superior to the ordinary thugs patrolling the perimeter.
"Gang Leader!" Catching sight of the arrivals, the wailing Li Daniu on the ground looked as though he had grabbed hold of a life-saving straw. Struggling to speak, he shouted, "Gang Leader, it's this brat! He... he crippled my hand!"
The Iron Fist King's gaze was sharp as lightning, instantly locking onto the calm figure of Ye Fan in the middle of the clearing. He first glanced down at the disheveled and wretched Li Daniu, his brow furrowing slightly, before his gaze shifted back to Ye Fan with a hint of appraisal and icy murderous intent. "Brat, you've got some skills, daring to cross the Black Tiger Gang in Qinglan City and injuring one of my subordinate chiefs. Speak, how do you want to die?" The Iron Fist King's voice was deep and raspy, carrying an unquestionable, overbearing authority.
Chapter 25