"Bro, it looks like they're coming for you." Zhang Xiaoyuan looked at the ten or so men approaching menacingly and turned her head to ask.
Zhang Fan nodded his head, "That's right, you better step aside, I'm going to take care of them."
"Can you handle it?" Zhang Xiaoyuan's face turned a bit pale after hearing Zhang Fan's confirmation.
Zhang Fan snorted lightly, "A man can never say no."
As he spoke, he shook off Zhang Xiaoyuan's arm and quickly walked towards Liu Fei.
"Young Master Liu, it seems you haven't remembered the pain from yesterday." Zhang Fan smirked, his hands tucked into his pockets, looking quite at ease.
Liu Fei's face was calm, "It's precisely because I remember the pain from yesterday that today I'm going to break your hands."
"Which hand?" Zhang Fan stretched out both hands and asked.
The onlookers almost popped their eyes out of their sockets. This guy Zhang Fan was way too arrogant. Liu Fei had over ten people with him.
