"Oh, still looking for trouble with me, you're quite capable. Hua Rui, your boyfriend really knows his stuff, huh? I want to see how exactly he's going to trouble me."
Fang Qiangqiang looked confident and unafraid, ready to fight. With three men and two women on his side, they had an absolute numerical advantage—it would be easy to take down one person.
If they couldn't beat him, there were plenty of thugs in this entertainment city that he knew. One shout and a gang would come to beat someone up.
Hua Rui tugged at Liu Mang's sleeve, "Forget it, he's my classmate after all. Let him off this time; don't take him seriously."
Hua Rui was really worried—not about Liu Mang, but for Fang Qiangqiang and his group. If they angered Liu Mang, the few of them combined wouldn't be enough to fend off one of his hands.
To Fang Qiangqiang's ears, Hua Rui's words sounded like pure mockery, "Look at you, Hua Rui, mouth's gotten sharper in no time, huh? You're into making fun of people now?"
