The leader was in his twenties and did not look very good. His eyes were slanted, his thin lips were big, and his face was pockmarked. However, this person spoke with a somewhat imposing manner. He was sloppy and looked like a ruffian. It was obvious that he had mixed around in the streets.
Jing Yunzhao had been intercepted by others before, but they were few in number, and they were not even martial artists.
The people in front of him were, after all, hooligans who fought and killed every day. This boss seemed to have some leg skills, so he naturally could not be compared with the people he had encountered before.
"There were people who threatened me before, but some of them went to jail, and some were beaten until they could no longer stand up. Which one do you think you are?"Jing Yunzhao suddenly said.
