But after shouting twice, no one responded. He immediately turned his head to look at the pockmarked boy next to him, only to find that this guy seemed to be hit by a paralyze spell, standing still, his eyes filled with terror, his eyeballs constantly darting from side to side, unsure of what anomaly had occurred.
"Pockmark, what the hell are you doing!"
A skinny young man with triangular eyes suddenly noticed his companion's strange state, utterly bewildered. He cursed loudly before turning to communicate with the other three companions on the opposite side.
But when he turned his face, he found a tall young man standing right in front of him at some point.
"Which gang are you from?"
Wang Zhifan, with a calm face, slightly looked down at him as he spoke. Given that he was taller than the young man with triangular eyes, it created a sense of oppression from above.
"I'm from your wild father's gang!"
