"Go!"
Chen Dong was feeling quite triumphant, his bodyguards following behind him, today was a day to smite gods and Buddhas alike.
Li Feng.
Ha.
Today, he would make the other party kneel and beg for mercy, to call him grandfather.
As they majestically moved from the parking lot to the buildings at the foothill, just a glance up revealed crowds of onlookers gathered outside.
"Is this going to be a brawl?"
"Quick, move aside, there're so many hooligans and thugs."
The melon-eating crowd turned their heads to see so many people with Chen Dong, and these were the ruffians from the streets, punks, dressed in flashy clothes, many with dyed hair, approaching menacingly.
The crowd that was originally watching the suited figures scattered in twos and threes, running to both sides, and started to pull out their mobile phones.
"My brothers and sisters, I'm the host Amon, and I'm live streaming for you from Little Hills Park."
