"The Wolf Head Gang! It's really the Wolf Head Gang! It's over... this young man is finished!"
"Sigh, he's a good kid, but what a pity. Who dares to stand up for others these days? You'll get yourself killed!"
With several burly men supporting him, Wang Shan stood up and fumed, "Kid, my men are here! You're fucking dead!"
"This scum is all the backup you have?" Zhao Dong's tone was casual, neither servile nor overbearing.
"Scum?" Wang Shan jeered. "Keep running your mouth, and I'll chop you into scum!"
Zhao Dong simply smiled. "So, you think these dozens of goons are a lot?"
"Not a lot!" Wang Shan raised his head arrogantly, looking down his nose at Zhao Dong. "But it's more than enough to deal with trash like you!"
"Is that so?" Zhao Dong smiled wickedly, a playful glint in his eyes.
Seeing this, Wang Shan felt a cold sweat trickle down his spine. An ominous premonition nearly suffocated him.
VROOOOM...
