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"What are you supposed to be? I paid to get in here, same as you, didn't spend a penny less. How dare you mess with me?"
Hei Xiong erupted from his seat, grabbed the popcorn next to him and forcefully threw it in the young man's face.
"Damn it! I'm calling security right now!"
The young man also stood up from his seat.
However, the woman beside the young man pulled his arm and shook her head, "Forget it."
The young man felt he had made his point.
He pointed at Hei Xiong in the distance and then sat back down.
Hei Xiong's face grew uglier as he immediately took out his phone and sent a message to his buddies.
Shit!
To be looked down upon by some punk in front of one's own girl.
There was a brief silence in the theater.
Only the dialogue between a man and woman in the movie could be heard.
Soon after, seven or eight muscular men in tank tops walked in.
All of them had tattoos on their arms.
