The bald man launched a flying kick towards Ye Fan.
A cold, sinister smile crept onto his lips, already imagining the next scene in his mind: Ye Fan being kicked into the air by him, then falling to the ground unconscious.
However, reality was not as he imagined; he was about to realize he had hit a brick wall this time.
Ye Fan's figure flickered, disappearing beneath the bald man's offensive move.
The bald man's eyes narrowed, sensing something was wrong.
The next moment, Ye Fan's silhouette spun, his foot striking towards the man's back.
With a "bang" sound.
Ye Fan's foot landed on the small of the bald man's back.
"Oh my mom!" The bald man cried out miserably, his body rocketing away like a cannonball.
With a snap, the bald man's figure plastered against the back of a car, the glass shattering in a cacophony, the car rocking from the impact.
Then, the bald man fell to the ground, lying still like a dead dog.
