The youth who called himself Brother Dao was only around 1.7 meters tall, with a lean build, the kind that looks like he could be blown away by the wind. However, the tattoo on his arm was very conspicuous, a black Ghost Head Blade, probably how he got his name. Ye Fan cast a glance at Brother Dao with his Clairvoyant Eye. The guy looked like he couldn't stand a breeze, and indeed, he couldn't. He had very little muscle mass and what little he had was flabby, a classic case of all bark and no bite.
As Ye Fan sized up Brother Dao, Brother Dao was also taking measure of Ye Fan, who didn't seem especially remarkable and had nothing worthy of attention.
Ye Fan pointed at Zhang Dahhu and Liang Mingyan, who were sitting in the car, and asked Brother Dao, "Is it those people in the car who sent you to cause trouble?"
Brother Dao chuckled with a toothpick in his mouth, a sleezy smile spreading across his face as he looked at Ye Fan. "Kid, you've got guts, daring to stare at me like that."
