"Quite the big talker, aren't you!"
Brother Feng sneered, his jowls quivering with his mocking laughter.
"Go, cripple this brat for me, and snatch that girl! The boss said neither of these two chicks can be let go!"
Brother Feng decisively ordered. Seven or eight brawny black men wielding machetes surrounded them. Although Brother Feng was a Hua Xia native, he clearly had some clout in Mo City's underworld.
"Trying to play the hero? Look at yourself, do you even weigh enough to do so?"
Brother Feng's face bore a ferocious grin, turning up the volume of the music in the private room to its maximum, so as not to let anyone hear the loud screams Bai Yan would make later on.
"Kid, you're seeking your own death."
The brawny black men licked their lips with a fierce grin, fixating their eyes on Bai Yan. They were all desperadoes who fought for their lives on the streets, each carrying the heavy stench of blood—cutting people was all in a day's work for them.
