"Cut the crap. You're in for a beating," Xia Liang said.
"A beating? With just these guys?" Xia Liang glanced disdainfully at the handful of young men with bleached-blond hair.
One of them started to turn his head, wondering who was being so bold, but Xia Liang spoke again before he could.
"Tie Lei? What is it now? You want another go? Have you already forgotten the time I beat you half to death, and your mother had to come begging for your medical fees?"
Hearing the familiar voice, Tie Lei whipped his head around and saw Xia Liang's sly smirk. Instantly, his eyes turned crimson. He snatched up a club and stood, ready to charge.
The man beside him quickly jumped up. "Tie Lei, stop right there!"
The speaker was a young man in his early twenties who bore a slight resemblance to Tie Lei, though he seemed more mature. He actually greeted Xia Liang and Luu Qi.
"Brother Xia, Luu Qi, you're back for the holidays?"
