Hearing Zhang Yunchi's words, a strange expression appeared on Yang Luo's face.
He did not expect these four young people to be sons and sister of Jiang Tianlong's group.
Yang Luo looked at Jiang Xiaochuan and the other three and waved his hand, "On account of the fact that I know your father, I can spare you this once. Get lost quickly."
Xu Xinghang, who had short hair and earrings, said angrily, "Kid, who do you think you are? How dare you say that you know our father!"
Jiang Xiaochuan, who had long hair, said coldly, "I know everyone who knows my father. I've never seen you before!"
In their opinion, Yang Luo was about the same age as them. How could he know their father?
The fat Feng Baolin chuckled and said, "Brother Chuan, Brother Hang, why waste your time with this guy? Hurry up and beat this kid up!"
Zhong Lingshan, who wore short hair and red lipstick, leaned against the wall and said, "Hurry up and do it. Don't delay me from going to the bar to play!"
