"You bastard, screwing up my plans!"
Seeing Lin Fan standing at the door with his hands behind his back, Qiangzi and his cohorts immediately rolled up their sleeves, ready to strike.
But in the next second, a group of brawny men burst in behind Lin Fan. Each was as broad as a tiger and as tough as a bear, their bodies covered in tattoos. The fierceness of their looks and the shiny objects in their hands scared the lights out of Qiang and his posse. Luckily, Qiangzi recognized one of them at a glance.
"Dao...Fellow brother...no need for violence...it's me, Qiangzi!"
Facing the thug who was about to stab someone with a knife, Qiangzi hurriedly grabbed his arm, shouting loudly.
"Lai Piqiang...is that you, kid?"
The one known as Dao hesitated, then with a cold sneer, he sized up the seven or eight men in front of him, all subdued. Compared to his gang, who really walked the "world", these were just a bunch of nobodies, nowhere near the same level.
