In the fast-food restaurant.
Taoist Jing Feng had only ordered half of his meal when a few young fellows behind him began rudely urging him on.
They even threatened to beat him up.
Taoist Jing Feng was startled.
He was an old Taoist, over eighty years old.
At his age, wasn't there a way to talk things through properly?
Why insist on hitting me?
Taoist Jing Feng set down his cellphone and slowly turned his head to look behind him.
The Red Robed Taoists from Qingyun Mountain sitting next to him also heard someone wanted to start a fight.
They turned around to look.
Behind them stood a burly man in a leather jacket.
He was big and round, extremely stocky, and tall, standing at six feet.
Tattoos covered his neck, clearly indicating he was a tough character and not one to be trifled with.
Several followers and young women accompanied him.
So many people!
Taoist Jing Feng was frightened.
Especially by that leather-jacketed brute with a face full of bulging muscles.
