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"Fuck, what do you poor bastards want to do?" a redhead youth pointed at the group from the Face Slapping Gang and said.
"Poor my ass, brothers, these sons of bitches dare to compete with us for girls, charge, kill them." Someone roared, and immediately, the crowd surged forward.
"Brothers, wait a second," Zhang Fan suddenly spoke.
"Brother Fan, these people dare to insult us, let's do them in."
"Yeah, Brother Fan, we have so many people, they have so few, damn it, if we can't make them cry, I won't believe in my luck," someone said with a flushed neck.
The redhead sneered with disdain. "You trash think you can fight me?"
"Heh, I'd like to see who the hell dares to make a move today," a person walked over slowly, his eyes coldly fixed on Zhang Fan.
"Kid, you might have the numbers, but I'm standing right here, do you dare to hit me?" someone said, looking askance at Zhang Fan, even stretching his face forward.
Weng Yufeng, standing not far away, almost laughed out loud.
