252 Chapter 112 - Martial Arts Contest? Flying Man?"_1

Just as Yan Fei was preparing to use a pillar as a weapon, the middle-aged man waved his hand imperatively, and the people behind him immediately fell silent.

Then the middle-aged man sneered, "Since you want to test our strength, let's give it a try! Fifth Brother, Xiao Liu, you two go first and see what this fellow is capable of!"

Before the words had fallen, two men sprang out from behind him.

One of them, thin and lean, slightly bent at the waist, stared at Yan Fei with a cold smirk, a small dagger in his hand twirling endlessly; the other walked a few steps forward, his short stature, arms hanging at his sides, hands each holding a triangular military spike, one upside down and one right way up, his gaze fixed unblinkingly on Yan Fei.

At that moment, a big bus honked its horn and drove straight into the yard. It was obvious they were there for a meal.