Another young man, in his thirties, stopped at the door, leaning against the door frame.
He seemed too disdainful to come in, took out a pair of nail clippers, and absentmindedly filed his nails.
He had an air of sharpness about him, not your average street thug.
The first one to enter was a bald, burly man.
It was he who had shouted earlier.
Doudou giggled, "Daddy, that guy has a spider squatting on his head!"
Shen Zhou explained nonchalantly, "That's a tattoo, come on, eat the shrimp!"
"Mmm! Daddy, the shrimp you peel is even cleaner than what Mommy does!"
The gang of ruffians who had arrived first were terrified.
Their bravado was gone.
Zhou Tao had just stood up to greet them when he let out a scream, slapped to the ground by Baldie.
He pulled a sharp machete from the table and blew on the blade.
"Whoa! This machete isn't bad, even better than the one Brother Biao uses. You must be pretty rich, huh!"
