Biaozi's henchmen nearly all gathered around; when trouble brewed inside the bar, many craned their necks and widened their eyes, eagerly waiting to watch the excitement unfold.
Liu Mang glanced left and right and noticed that most of these guys were tattooed, each one looking like a thorough thug. They either hid knives and daggers or carried things like clubs, with one even stuffing a folding knife into his crotch, all clearly professional hooligans.
Ignoring those flunkies for the moment, Liu Mang's gaze locked onto Biaozi, "Let's get one thing straight, I didn't come here looking to make trouble today. Just hand over Ma Yigui, and I'll leave immediately. If you're not willing and want to play tough with me, I don't mind stretching my muscles a bit."
The man in the black tank top cursed, "Kid, you've got quite the mouth on you. I've never seen someone so fucking suicidal. Are you tired of living well and looking to die for fun?"
