The crowd of onlookers suddenly erupted in a flurry of shocked cries.
Jackie Chan was stunned, too.
He never imagined Lin Chu would strike with such decisiveness.
"Whose kid is this?"
"His parents need to come out and get him under control!"
Lin Chu's gaze swept across the crowd as he asked calmly.
Gao Haitao hurried over.
From a short distance away, a blond, blue-eyed Caucasian man in his thirties also hurried over.
"Get out!"
"Is this how your parents raised you?"
Lin Chu repeated, his face devoid of expression.
'Actually, I can see a faint resemblance to Zhuang Yingcheng in his features,' Lin Chu thought. 'He's younger, of course—either the second or third son. His way of doing things is almost identical, too, like they were cast from the same mold.'
'So you like to crack jokes, do you?'
Two young men from Jackie Chan's entourage quickly stepped forward to pull the two apart.
