Ye Xiaofei found the few students from Zhaoyang Middle School neither congenial nor likable. They lacked any notion of keeping a low profile. What use did he have for them?
As his underlings?
What a joke. If he were to take underlings, they had better be competent.
A bunch of middle schoolers, even more junior than him. If he took them under his wing, wouldn't they just cause him trouble every day?
"Stop following me. I really don't intend to take you on as underlings."
Ye Xiaofei couldn't help curling his lips in disdain, an unmistakable scorn in his eyes as he slowly walked away with Sun Xiaole.
However, just then, a group of about fifty people appeared, staggering toward them, wielding baseball bats, machetes, and other weapons.
Leading them was none other than Liu Jinmiao!
Liu Jinmiao was furious. How could he, one of Liu Han's well-known leaders, be beaten up by Ye Xiaofei? He couldn't swallow his pride. This time, he wanted to shred Ye Xiaofei into pieces.
