If it escalates to making the news with him, to put it bluntly, Jixiang isn't even worthy.
The corners of Jixiang's mouth twitched, and as he squinted his eyes, he sized up Suming with a scrutinizing gaze.
"Impressive!" Jixiang gave a thumbs up, then slowly took off his jacket, revealing the flying eagle tattoo on his chest. He drew a watermelon knife from behind his back, flung his shirt aside, and tied his knife-handling palm to the blade, brandishing the knife at Suming, "You're strong, aren't you bulletproof too?"
Suming sighed internally—hoodlums will be hoodlums, with lives of little value and rotten to the core, all because they rely on their superior numbers.
Right at that moment, someone squeezed into the crowd from the outside.
Seeing this person, everyone was taken aback again.
A young and beautiful woman, dressed quite flamboyantly yet not vulgar, with her most distinguishing feature being her highly impressive bosom.
"Anita?" Jixiang and Lin Mu said in unison.
