Ye Feng looked at Jiang Bingkun innocently. "You saw it, it's not my fault. He was the one who wanted to stab me with a fruit knife. I was defending myself."
Jiang Bingkun looked at his lackey whose intestines were all over the floor and he was about to die.
"Yes, yes, yes. It was self-defense. It was indeed self-defense."
What else could he do now?
He couldn't beat him in a fight, and he couldn't compete in ruthlessness. He could only admit defeat.
Ye Feng turned to look at the others. "Are you guys still going to fight? Let's continue."
Hearing this, the group of people hurriedly threw away the sharp weapons in their hands.
"I'm not fighting anymore, I'm not fighting anymore…"
Jiang Bingkun glared at Ye Feng. "I admit defeat today, you are amazing."
He waved at his subordinates. "Let's go."
Those people lifted the person on the ground and were about to leave.
"Stop, did I let you go?" Ye Feng suddenly spoke.