The few people had somber faces, each emanating an aura of murderous intent, but upon seeing Pang Gao Da, they smirked.
One asked, "Hey Pang, what brings you here? Don't tell me you're thinking about fighting in the underground matches."
Another one teased with a smirk, "Pang still fighting in underground matches? Come on, he'd be kicked out of the ring on his first entrance, maybe even knocked back to where we're standing."
The two thugs laughed heartily, their words brimming with endless mockery.
Pang Gao Da nearly ripped the steering wheel off to smash it into their heads.
Just as he was about to speak up, one of the thugs added, "Oh, I get it, you're here to watch the fights, to reminisce about your past glory. Go on in, I wish you luck with your bets tonight, hope you win some money to buy us drinks."
"And take the chance to talk about your glorious past. Although now you're nothing but a plucked phoenix, inferior to a chicken, once upon a time, you were a hero."
