Song Xiaodong smiled faintly: "I happen to know some people from the underground in Kun City."
"You know people from the underground?" Zhao Fei'er's eyes lit up instantly, and she said: "Are they more formidable than Hua Xiaolong?"
Song Xiaodong said: "They shouldn't be any less capable than him, right?"
"So formidable? Aren't you just a college..."
Zhao Fei'er asked in disbelief, but before she could finish speaking, a commotion came from outside, and soon the door to the private room was flung open. Her words were cut short, her face turned pale, and she could no longer speak.
The people who entered were Hua Xiaolong and his group. Hua Xiaolong's arm was just dislocated, but he really had capable subordinates who directly set his arm right. Although his arm was still somewhat painful, it did not hinder his movements.
Among the people who entered, each was holding weapons like iron rods and baseball bats, and a few others had daggers that gleamed with a cold light.
