"Yes, Young Master!" a group of black-clad bodyguards respectfully responded.
With a step forward, they pressed towards Zhang Xiaohao, instantly forming a circle around him.
"Damn! You cheeky brat, how dare you mess with the Young Master's mother, you truly deserve to die!"
"You wretch, do you think you're a storyteller? Wanting to mess with the Young Master's mother, do you think you're worthy?"
"What a gall! Twenty-something years ago you messed with the Young Master's mother, and now you do it a second time, you truly deserve to die!"
A group of black-clad bodyguards spoke with intense Evil Qi.
"Ah! You rotten scum, I told you to act, not talk! Why are you still standing there? Beat him hard!!" Dai Zefei bit his teeth fiercely and roared.
"Heh heh," Zhang Xiaohao shrugged his shoulders and smiled.
"What are you laughing at, you wretch? Are you scared now that you see us overpowering you with our numbers?" one of the bodyguards said proudly.
