```html
"Fuck. I don't believe it, you think you can cover the sky with one hand in J City."
Yan Tixian gritted his teeth with hatred, his eyes wicked beyond measure, glaring coldly at Ye Xuan, and harshly reprimanded.
Then, Yan Tixian dialed Li Weihai, Yan Tie, and others.
But those people, when they heard Yan Tixian wanted to deal with Ye Xuan, without exception, all made various excuses and hung up the phone.
"Fuck it! Has everyone in J City gone mad? How could they be afraid of a damn mutt like you?"
Yan Tixian's face was swollen, enduring excruciating pain, grimacing fiercely, shouting angrily.
"No problem, you still have a chance, you can keep calling."
Ye Xuan peeled an orange, tossed half to Li Jianhua, the two leisurely eating the orange, not taking Yan Tixian seriously at all.
"I don't believe it, I don't believe it. Someone like you, a piece of trash, can cover the sky with one hand in J City."
