Soon after, a burly middle-aged man appeared in front of Wu Gang, who, with a disdainful smile, shook his head and said to Zeng Yu, "Little Yu, weren't you itching for a fight? This guy is all yours, just remember to go easy on him."
Zeng Yu had been eager to throw a punch for a while and was finally presented with an opportunity after waiting for Wu Gang to handle it himself. She would have stepped forward even if Wu Gang hadn't suggested it.
"You arrogant brat, you're quite bold! Seems like you dare to provoke just anyone."
The man said with a dark face, staring at Wu Gang, completely oblivious to the fact that Zeng Yu was about to make her move on him.
"Slap!"
The next second, a crisp and loud slap echoed.
"Hey, brute, I'm right here! Where are you looking? But I really didn't expect you to be so weak! You still wanted to fight my brother with that? You're quite the joker."
Zeng Yu said cheekily to the dumbfounded man.
"This little girl's getting funnier with her words."
