"Casually beating people up, do you even care about..." The person who had been sitting next to Zeng Zhaokun took two steps back, his face stern as he spoke to Yan Fei.
"You're no good either, hanging around with such scum. Dare to say what you do for a living, or are you afraid?" Yan Fei pointed at him. "If you dare to tell me, I'll turn around and leave. If you don't dare... if you utter one more useless word, do you believe I'll beat you up too?"
The man immediately shut up—judging by his manner, one could guess what he did for a living. Putting aside whether Yan Fei would actually hit him, just mingling with someone like Zeng Zhaokun might be overlooked if no one mentioned it, but if someone did, it wouldn't be a good thing.
