"Fuck! How... how is this kid so tough?"
Bao Ge trembled as he hurriedly took out his cell phone. Seeing how capable Lin Feng was at fighting, he really feared his useless henchmen couldn't hold him off, so he immediately made a call for backup.
"Hello! Monkey, get your ass over to the West Gate food stalls! We got trouble here! Bring more people, got it?" As soon as Bao Ge's call connected with Monkey, he shouted urgently.
On the other side of the phone, Monkey, who was having a blast at the nightclub with his buddies, heard Bao Ge's distress call and arrogantly responded, "Someone dares to make trouble at the West Gate food stalls? They got a death wish! Bao Ge, don't worry, my brothers and I are just nearby at the Qicai nightclub. We're heading over right now. We'll be there in five minutes!"
