The Man In Rage novel Chapter 1252

They were also deep in the rainforest and away from civilization, so these men behaved even more uninhibitedly.

"Taya, behave yourself and don't cause any trouble,” someone reminded one of them.

"Relax, I know what to do. These are just two youngsters anyway, so what trouble could they cause? I'm going over to tease them."

The man named Taya walked towards Ye Fan and Angie with a lecherous smile on his face.

"Don't come any closer! If you come any closer, I'll tell Fan to beat you up!" yelled Angie as she began to feel afraid. She stood up and shouted at Taya as she inched towards Ye Fan.

But Ye Fan didn't even budge. He just sat in front of the bonfire and drank some of the drinks that Angie had packed into his bag.

"Little girl, don't be scared. I don't mean any harm and I just want to make friends with you." Taya wasn't going to give up and continued walking closer to Angie.

When he was almost next to Ye Fan, he hissed, "Punk, can't you see what's going on? Scram! What an eyesore!" Taya was annoyed that Ye Fan was in his way, so after snapping at Ye Fan, he aimed a kick at Ye Fan.

BAM!

In the dark night, a hefty body flew out like a missile.

He landed head first, crashing onto a hard rock and dyeing the entire forest floor red.

"What on earth?!"

Everyone was shocked by this sudden turn of events.

The Europeans were frozen to the spot for a moment.

"Taya!” someone finally exclaimed after snapping out of his initial shock.

They ran over in shock to see if Taya was alright.

But they were too late.

Taya had landed on the back of his head and his skull was cracked. A large amount of blood and other liquids were flowing out from his head and he was clearly already dead.

"You little bastard! How dare you kill one of our Norwegian fighters?! Go to hell!" One of the European martial artists spun around and dashed towards where Ye Fan was.

But before he could get close enough to Ye Fan, Ye Fan thrust his palm out and sent him flying.

The man howled in pain as he crashed to the ground. Both his legs had been broken from the wind that Ye Fan's palm had generated and he was groaning miserably.

Ye Fan's icy voice then rang out clearly, "If any of you try that again, I won't just break your two legs, but also the head on your

neck!"

A cold wind gusted quietly in the dark night.

The remaining men shuddered as they looked at the bloodied ground on one side and heard the howls of their other companion.

Terror immediately gripped their hearts and none of them dared to do anything.

They only looked in horror at the young man sitting quietly in the distance.

They weren't able to see his face clearly. They could only see the flickering shadow that the bonfire cast on him.

They could hardly believe that such a skinny young man could actually launch such a fierce attack.

"Get lost!" the young man shouted again.