Tattooed Arm Man charged at the front, his baseball bat constantly smacking into his hand, staring at Long Fei and Liuu Ruyan, Zhang Xuan'er coldly called out, "Grandsons, I, Brother Hongqiao Long, have been in this area for so long, and this is the first time I've come across little brats splashing around without a care for their lives like you. If you don't appreciate the face I'm giving you, then don't blame brother for bullying you."
Long Fei chuckled lightly, "In my life, I don't hate hooligans; I just hate those without credibility. Just like you, treating your words as farts, not honoring your bets when you lose, truly dragging down the cultivation of hooligans, tarnishing the reputation of the hooligan world. Trash like you, even beating you would dirty my hands."
He patted Zhang Xuan'er's waist and commanded her, "Disciple, it's your turn."
Zhang Xuan'er gave him a sly glance, thinking to herself, you're afraid of dirtying your hands, but am I?
