"Oh my, that's scary."
Xiao Bing hid behind Lin Yi like a b*tch, pretending to be afraid.
"Don't worry, we're different from those local hooligans. We're people who follow the rules. We won't touch women," Zheng Biao said.
"Since you're so particular, I'll f*cking thank your eight generations of ancestors."
Zheng Biao's expression changed. "You don't seem to have the intention to admit your mistake."
"Your current level is not enough for me to admit my mistake."
The corners of Zheng Biao's mouth curled up. "Then there's nothing else to say!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Zheng Biao rushed towards Lin Yi. He was agile, his footsteps were quick, and his explosive power was overwhelming. It was obvious that he had trained.
However, Xiao Bing could deal with someone of this level with one hand, let alone Lin Yi.
