At the building’s entrance. Tang Xiu and Kang Xia had just come out and realized that something was amiss. Some eyes harboring evil intentions were constantly vying for him. With just a few glances, he could tell that there were at least twenty youths in outlandish attires slowly approaching him.
“Follow me closely. You must not get scared no matter what happens.” Tang Xiu pinched Kang Xia’s hand and said with a serene expression.
“What happened?” Kang Xia asked, confused.
“Some people have narrow minds and want to find trouble with me.” Tang Xiu pursed his lips and lightly said, “I’m afraid this matter is related with that punk named Li.”
"Li Zhen?"
Turning to the direction Tang Xiu was looking, Kang Xia immediately discovered that four or five youths dressed in outlandish attires were staring at them. There was also the same number of youths in several other directions closing up on them.
