The blond middle-aged Caucasian and everyone surrounding Ye Xiu stared at him in utter disbelief.
None of them had seen how Ye Xiu moved to stand directly in front of the man.
This meant that Ye Xiu's speed far surpassed theirs.
Speed represented strength!
Does that mean Ye Xiu is stronger than us? What the hell! Isn't he a doctor? Since when are doctors this formidable?
"Or else what? Answer me," Ye Xiu asked again.
"Or else... or else I'll buy a ticket and flee the country tonight."
The blond middle-aged Caucasian's face had turned deathly pale with fright. He had looked down on Ye Xiu earlier, thinking he was just a simple doctor. Who could have imagined he was this powerful?
"Your survival instincts are quite strong," Ye Xiu sneered, his gaze sweeping over the crowd. "Who else intends to be my enemy?"
All at once, those surrounding Ye Xiu retreated several steps, sheathing their weapons to show their stance.
