Thoughtful by Yan Fei's greeting, the group was puzzled: It was the first time they had ever encountered something like this! No one had ever greeted them like that before; didn't Yan Fei know what they intended to do?
Although they were taken aback, these guys weren't scared; they had numbers on their side!
Still, they sauntered carelessly over; anyone could tell they were bad news just from how they walked: a collective swagger that made it clear they thought they were king of the world.
"What's up, fellas? Make a fortune selling cattle and want to give us a taste," asked the head of the motley crew, a young man with a side-parted hairstyle, as he addressed Yan Fei's trio.
Yan Fei wasn't interested in small talk. A few words were enough to figure out their intentions. So, he strode a few steps forward and lunged at them.
"Ah, wanna fight, huh..." the side-parted leader let out a strange cry, preparing his crew for battle.
