When the handle of the shovel was broken, the group of unruly people also trembled.
The handle of the shovel was made from ash wood. This wood was very tough, so it could be used as a farming tool for heavy physical labor.
Even an adult man might not be able to break this shovel handle with a single kick.
As everyone knew, if one wanted to break something with both hands, one could only rely on the strength of the wrist. The difficulty of doing so was not ordinary.
However, it was broken by this young man.
Everyone felt their scalps go numb as they retreated.
The pillar was so scared that he took a step back. "You… what are you doing?"
Ye Feng held the handle of the shovel and walked toward them slowly. "What do you think we are doing? Didn't you say you wanted to beat me up just now? Hurry up and do it."
Zhu Zi retreated repeatedly, his face filled with fear. "You… don't come over. If you come over again, I'll call the police."