536: C536 Group Attack

C536 Group Attack

However, at this time, Sang Kun had already pushed open the door and walked out. Even if Jiang Chengkun wanted to stop him, it would be too late.

What's more, he couldn't stop it!

Initially, Jiang Chengkun wanted to follow them out, but he turned around and looked at Ye Chen. They were at a critical stage and might need his help at any moment.

If he went out, Ye Chen would need to be his assistant, which would be a bit too much. When that time came, he would delay his master's treatment. He wouldn't be able to tell what was important and what wasn't.

He glanced at the people outside. Most of them were people that Jiang Chengkun knew, some were relatives on his master's side. It seemed like they were lured here by his master's son.

Now that he saw this, Jiang Chengkun was even more certain that this group of people were here to cause trouble. He gritted his teeth and made up his mind. Forget it, this group of people was about to teach them a lesson.

It wasn't that they didn't know what his master's son usually looked like, but they were still fooled by him now. If he wasn't a fool, then what was he? However, they would never have expected a person like Sang Kun to exist. If they were to court death, they could not blame anyone else.

He retracted his gaze and focus towards his master and Ye Chen. As for those idiots outside, he would leave them to Sang Kun.

After Sang Kun came out, he immediately blocked the way and stared at the people in front of him.

Although there were a lot of people on the other side, they were just a bunch of commoners. Even though Sang Kun was injured and had just recovered, there was nothing to be afraid of in the face of such a group of people.

Sang Kun stood at the doorway like a long spear. His entire body radiated with a cold aura, and without even saying a word, one could feel his murderous aura radiating from him.

This group of people had already arrived beside Sang Kun. Sang Kun stood there without moving. Sang Kun's eyes were still staring at them.

However, this group of people didn't seem to notice this person. Perhaps they also didn't know what was going on with Sang Kun so they treated him as an ordinary person and surrounded him.

However, this "filial son" already knew Sang Kun's strength, so he definitely wasn't in a hurry to charge up. He dragged his wife along as he retreated, letting this group of people face Sang Kun.

This group of people surrounded Sang Kun without saying a word. They all pointed at Sang Kun's nose and said, "You brat, hurry up and get out of the way. This has nothing to do with you!"

"Today, you should just step aside and let me in. "Or else..."

As he spoke, the middle-aged man leading the group stepped forward and raised his head, "Brat, don't blame us for bullying you with our numbers!"

Good heavens! From the looks of it, this fellow seemed to have already taken advantage of Sang Kun, as if if Sang Kun didn't move aside, this group of people would immediately group up and attack him.

Sang Kun looked at the group of people and snorted coldly. He didn't have any intention of ignoring these people. He only stood at the door, blocking the group of people and preventing them from entering.

Ye Chen had just instructed him not to be disturbed during the treatment, so Ye Chen's instructions were, of course, meticulously carried out. For these people, it was already the most patient of them all to not make a move until now.

However, the group of people that this "filial son" had called did not realize this problem at all. The leading middle-aged man saw that his threats were useless and felt that he had lost face. He rushed forward and extended his hand to hit Sang Kun.

However, with Sang Kun's skill, how could he possibly be hit by this guy? His body tilted, and he directly flashed past.

The middle-aged man struck the wall with his fist. Immediately, his palm had been scraped, and fresh blood flowed down as if he didn't need any money. This caused the middle-aged man to cry out in pain.

He turned around and looked at a well-built young man standing next to him. He shouted at him, "What are you still looking at? Your old man has been beaten, and you're still waiting to watch the show?"

Upon hearing that his father had spoken, the expression on the chubby boy's face instantly turned furious. He swayed his fat body and charged towards Sang Kun.

Looking at the mountain-like figure in front of him, Sang Kun's face remained as calm as ever. When this fat guy came waving at him, Sang Kun finally made his move.

He stretched out his hand and grabbed the fatty's arm. Then, he used his strength to push the arm away and used his anti-joint principle to push the arm away. Then, he pushed the fatty to the ground.

Everyone present heard a "ka ka" sound by their ears. Immediately, they heard the sound of people inhaling cold air.

In front of the crowd, Sang Kun expressionlessly took off the arm of the chubby boy without even blinking once. Furthermore, this was not the end. Sang Kun's foot landed on the belly of this chubby boy, and he was sent flying.

"I've already warned you guys, this place needs absolute silence now, but you guys have to give me one right now. If you don't listen, then you can't blame me for harming you!" Sang Kun looked up at them and said.

The middle-aged man rushed through the crowd and rushed to his son's side. He hugged his son and howled with all his might. When the "filial son" who was hiding in the corner saw this scene, he thought to himself that the atmosphere had almost arrived. It was time for him to add fuel to the fire.1

"This brat is too arrogant. In front of so many of us, he intentionally used his bean curses to hurt us. He doesn't take us seriously at all!"

"Let's attack together! Kill him for me!"

After saying that, the group of people became excited and rushed towards Sang Kun. Seeing this, the "filial son" was completely happy and felt like his plan had succeeded.

He felt that as long as he had more people on his side, even if this kid could fight, what could he do? Two fists is no match for four hands. There are too many men. Even if you were an ox or a pitchfork, you could only beg for mercy under the crowd tactics.

However, how could he know that such a measurement of strength was not something that could be achieved by accumulating a large amount of change!

Facing this group of people, if Sang Kun wanted to crush them, it would be as simple as crushing an ant!

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