"Holy shit, the Brother Tang you're talking about, it couldn't be him, could it?" The hooligan who had slapped Yao Feng suddenly realized, directing his gaze at the adolescent boy.
"What do you think? But why did Brother Tang change his car? His previous ride was a tank." Yao Feng could never forget the sight of Tang Zheng driving a tank, speeding up and knocking over dozens of war chariots.
On hearing this, the young men standing by hissed in unison. This kid sure knows how to boast.
"Can a tank even be privately owned? Your head must be full of holes, you must be the product of inbreeding, right?" sneered the hooligan. Anyone with a sane mind would not believe him.
"Some lowlife like him knows a wealthy sports car owner? That seems too far-fetched to me. Do you think you're a pretty girl?"
