The thug's words had reached this point, leaving Lin Mengyao with no doubts. "Who sent you? My uncle, my second uncle, or my siblings?" Lin Mengyao asked coldly.
"Tsk, why are you so annoying, woman? Stop babbling in front of me and get lost. Your brother Biao doesn't follow the rule of not hitting women. If you piss me off, I'll hit you even if you're a woman," yelled the yellow-haired youth who called himself Brother Biao, standing up and brandishing a stick in a threatening manner. He was a head taller than Lin Mengyao, and his imposing presence did have a hint of a gangster from a Hong Kong film; if an ordinary girl were standing before him, she might indeed be scared stiff. However, Lin Mengyao was not an ordinary girl.
The noon sun was scorching, with no shade at the construction site. The fiery sunlight beat down on them unimpeded, making even the air feel restless.
