The youths accompanying Fong Chao were the same ones at the restaurant yesterday.
Having now seen Zhang Xian, they were all quite frightened. After all, the guy they were facing was one who could pierce marble with chopsticks!
"Are you going to leave on your own, or should I kick you out?"
After swigging a bit of alcohol, Zhang Xian, who held a chicken leg in his hand, chewed on it while chuckling, "It seems, your hand hasn't healed yet."
Fong Chao glanced at his bandaged palm in frustration. However, acknowledging Zhang Xian's prowess, he dares not boast. Whether to leave or stay put, it was all incredibly embarrassing.
Gao Longfei laughed lightly and asked, "Brother-in-law, where did these kids come from? They have quite some swagger!"
Shen Nanshan sneered, "Swagger, my ass. These brats wouldn't stand a chance even if I took them on single-handedly."
