Qingqing and her classmates were getting dressed and packing up to leave when the door to the private room was kicked open.
A burly man covered in tattoos entered, flanked by two men in black, who were clearly his bodyguards or thugs.
"Who is Ma Fei," Ah Hao barked, his gaze sweeping the people inside the room.
"I am Ma Fei. What do you want?" Ma Fei sneered as he stood up, showing no trace of fear. With all his friends in the room, what could these two or three men possibly do to him?
Su Weifeng studied the burly, tattooed man carefully. From his walk and the outline of his muscles, Su Weifeng could tell that this man was skilled, likely someone who had killed before and been in battle. He silently lamented the trouble that was about to befall the oblivious, wealthy second-generation kids today.
"And who is Tingting," Ah Hao asked coldly.
"I am Tingting," Tingting said from behind Ma Fei, her voice tinged with fear.
