Yang Dong clearly came prepared this time.
The kid brought five or six shady characters with him, with machetes and fire axes in hand. Yang Dong was never a good person; he just hung around with others in Kowloon. He lived entirely off Li Xiaolei; otherwise, he would have starved to death a long time ago.
Yang Dong stepped forward slowly, a cigarette dangling from his mouth, and walked up to Guo Yi.
"Kid, on the turf of Hong Kong, your brother Yang still has quite a bit of say!" Yang Dong curled up the corner of his mouth and smiled, then said, "Believe it or not, I could break your legs right here and now if I wanted to!"
Guo Yi looked at Yang Dong indifferently and said, "Wasn't the beating just now enough for you?"
"You looking for trouble?" Yang Dong glared at Guo Yi.
"Hmph!" Guo Yi smiled dismissively and said, "Everyone holds me in the highest respect when they see me. Are you looking for death?"
