"Hey, nice stare."
With frivolous banter, Bi Yuntao and Wei Sheng staggered out, followed by seven or eight men in strange clothes, bearing colorful tattoos on their exposed skin, and clutching clubs in their hands.
Since they had been discovered, Bi Yuntao didn't bother hiding. After all, brawling was a part of their daily routines. The worst consequence they'd face was a scolding from their boss.
"It's you guys?"
Upon recognizing their faces, Sun Xinyu couldn't help expressing his surprise. Then he shouted, "Bi Yuntao, Wei Sheng, are you courting death?"
"Oh dear, I am so scared!" Bi Yuntao exaggerated his expressions and then broke into a hearty laugh, "Listen Sun Xinyu, you should run along home and drink your milk. Maybe I'd be scared if your sister was here, but who do you think you are?"
