Everyone in the Group is a Main Character, Except Me Who's the Villain

168: Chapter 168 When it comes to showing off, only the God of War can do it.As Ye Tian spoke, he had already stood up and moved past Fang Ming to stand in front of the gold-chained man. His tall stature carried an invisible sense of pressure.

Fang Ming teased playfully, ”Your injuries haven’t healed yet... can you handle this?”

Ye Tian also smiled. ”How can a man say he can’t? To deal with them, it’s more than enough.”

The gold-chained man was intimidated by Ye Tian’s aura and subconsciously took half a step back. He was immediately enraged by his own reaction. ”Who the hell are you? I’m looking for Fang Ming. What does this have to do with you? Get the hell out of the way!”

”I’ll give you a chance.”

Ye Tian ignored him entirely, simply saying to himself, ”Apologize and get out. I can choose not to pursue tonight’s matter.”

The gold-chained man froze for a second.

Immediately, several of the lackeys behind him burst out laughing. Someone tapped a steel pipe against their palm even louder.

”Hahaha, this guy is a psycho. Giving us a chance? I’ll—”

Before one of the lackeys could finish his sentence, he raised the steel pipe in his hand and swung it at Ye Tian.

He hated people who acted more pretentious than himself the most and didn’t want to waste words at all.

But facing the lackey’s attack, Ye Tian stood his ground without moving. He simply lifted his right foot and lightly stomped on the concrete ground.

Hum!

An invisible wave of Qi erupted from his body, directly sending the lackey flying backward.

There was no sound of wind, no warning; the entire person rose into the air and flew horizontally backward!

The others were dumbfounded. They quickly snapped out of it and raised their steel pipes to attack Ye Tian.

Bang, bang, bang, bang!

With the same movement and the same wave of Qi, the steel pipes in the thugs’ hands flew out and rolled beneath the stove of the fried rice stall.

Plastic stools toppled over, folding tables were flipped, beer bottles shattered everywhere, and white foam mixed with grease from the skewers splashed in all directions.

Fang Ming put down his chopsticks, looking at the people lying haphazardly on the ground, and then at Ye Tian, who had retracted his foot with his breathing perfectly steady. He felt a sense of admiration in his heart.

When it comes to posturing, it really has to be the War God.

Although Ye Tian’s cultivation had regressed due to his injuries, his Grandmaster-level method of circulating True Qi remained unchanged.

This technique of releasing True Qi externally looked incredibly powerful, but it would have no effect on a true expert. Moreover, two attacks had drained all his True Qi; it was used purely for the sake of looking cool.

As expected, being handsome is a lifelong pursuit.

Unaware of Fang Ming’s internal thoughts, Ye Tian walked up to the gold-chained man.

”Speak. Who sent you?”

The gold-chained man had no weapon and thus hadn’t launched an attack, so he had been spared.

But having witnessed the fate of his lackeys, he knelt down immediately upon seeing Ye Tian approach.

”Bi... Big brother, don’t hit me. It... It was Young Master Zhao who sent me...”

Faced with absolute martial suppression, the gold-chained man didn’t hide anything and spilled everything about Zhao Ruilong like beans from a bamboo tube.

Actually, even without them saying it, Fang Ming could have guessed.

The people he had openly offended were only a few; besides Yang Biao, there was only Zhao Ruilong.

”Young Master Zhao?”

Ye Tian frowned and looked at Fang Ming. ”Someone you offended?”

”Yeah!” Fang Ming nodded. ”I thought there wouldn’t be any trouble for a while, but I didn’t expect him to come looking for me so soon.”

”Do you need help?”

”Don’t trouble yourself with such a small matter. Let’s just hand them over to the police first.”

With Ye Tian present, these people didn’t dare to run and could only obediently wait for the police to take them back to the station.

Fang Ming didn’t care, but he was thinking in his heart about how to deal with Zhao Ruilong, this second-generation rich kid.

He didn’t have much of a grudge against Qin Xiao and didn’t need to fight him to the death, but this Zhao Ruilong was incredibly petty and certainly wouldn’t let things go.

”It seems necessary to break his other leg!!”

...East City, Zhao Family Villa.

The crystal chandelier was dazzlingly bright, illuminating the entire living room as if it were daylight.