Ye Yiheng lightly uttered four words, "Overestimating one's abilities."
With a wave of his palm, the tip of the knife turned toward Thug A.
Thug A didn't expect his opponent to be so capable; it was too dark to see his face, but the aura emanating from the newcomer was unnervingly intimidating.
He quickly held his right hand that was flailing about with his left, thankful that the force of the palm strike had passed. He then used both hands to thrust the knife tip toward the newcomer.
Ye Yiheng clamped the back of the knife between two fingers and exerted a little force, stabbing the tip of the knife into Thug A's right eye.
The two thugs, terrified in both body and mind, trembled as they knelt on the ground, crying out, "Mercy, hero! Mercy!"
"One eye blinded on both the left and right, very good!" Ye Yiheng said indifferently, "If you dare to offend again, do you know what the consequences will be?"
Both nodded vigorously, "We know, we know!"
"Then why don't you scram?"
