Suddenly, Xu Xiangbei's eyes sharpened. With his extraordinary hearing, he picked up the sound of rapid footsteps approaching quickly from the woods along the road.
He glanced at Su Xinyu, who was staring at him triumphantly, intending to say something but swallowed his words.
He leisurely said, "Your Ah Zhong is going to be miserable."
Su Xinyu sneered, "Ah Zhong can fight so well, driving away all these little punks. You say he's miserable, are you talking nonsense, making a fool of yourself?"
A cold voice came, "You dare to mess with my little brothers, if you have the guts, come at me."
A burly and strong man ran out from the woods, tightly gripping a pair of nunchaku, and pointed aggressively at Ah Zhong.
Xu Xiangbei's lips curled into a mysterious cold smile. This burly man was none other than the one he had thrown into the lake at Beihai Park that day.
Ah Zhong was in high spirits, having driven away so many people; he swung a steel pipe at the burly man.
