After Ding Fan showed up, several thugs wielding wooden sticks approached him with swaggering gestures. Clearly, Ding Fan had brought people to deal with Ye Long!
"Kid, let me tell you, you're not going anywhere today!" Ding Fan pointed at Ye Long and said angrily, with a hint of smugness in his anger. After all, summoning some toughs was something he found quite honorable.
Ye Long laughed and self-mockingly cupped his own cheek, displaying disdain, and chuckled, "Idiot, what's up? Want to get beaten up again?"
"I want to get beaten up? Heh, right now, it's unclear who's going to get beaten up, just you wait!" Ding Fan said somewhat proudly, while the thugs behind him played with their wooden sticks non-stop as if to intimidate Ye Long.
Of course, Ye Long couldn't care less about the threats from a few punks!
"Hey, you brought backup, huh? But with these few sorry losers, do you really think that'll do any good? Sigh!" Ye Long said mockingly, then let out a deep sigh.
