Brother Biao, who would you like us to take care of?" said the punk as he threw the cigarette to the floor and stomped on it.
"Even I haven't met him before, but my master had already sent a picture to my cell phone! In a while, I will go and look for this person. Just look for my signal. Once I wave, you all come over!" Ah Biao then put on his shades. He didn't want to be recognized by people because he was Wang Zhitao's chauffeur who frequently came to the school's entrance.
"No problem!" The young punk nodded.
This young punk was Zhang Yuliang who had been sent to the hospital by Yang Ming recently. It was only three days ago that he and the other yob got discharged. The hospital fee was pretty hefty and he was worried because he used up his ready cash. Then, Zhang Biao came to find both of them to teach a student a lesson and promised a fee of a thousand yuan in return.
