Zhang Ziwen stayed still, his expression cold and aloof. The icy glint in his eyes solely fixated on the green-faced squad leader before him. He was oblivious to the urban management personnel closing in. He was waiting. Breaking tonight's fight amicably was no longer possible. He had no intention of letting this group of overbearing city patrol members off, but he needed the element of surprise — he needed their fists to strike him first.
"You're here to pick a fight, aren't you? You sick of living?" The green-faced squad leader sensed Zhang Ziwen's calm.
"You're the one who's a piece of shit. Tired of living are you?" Zhang Ziwen retorted coldly, taunting him. Launching the first attack was clearly unwise. He knew that he'd need a plausible excuse for self-defense to get out of this unscathed.
