The last hoodlum, clutching his stick, shakily shouted at Long Fei, "You little shit, we roll with Brother Crazy Dog. If you dare touch us, you'll be dead meat soon!"
He thought by invoking the name of his boss, Long Fei would be scared.
In the past two years, the name Mad Dog had indeed become quite famous in the south of the city, almost on par with the Ma Brothers.
"What bad luck, I just happen to be a dog beater!"
Long Fei sneered and his body suddenly lunged forward.
To him, Mad Dogs and Crazy Cats were not to be taken seriously.
The panicked hoodlum raised his stick to strike, but with a loud bang, a fist split the stick in half and then smashed into the hoodlum's head.
The hoodlum swayed and thudded to the ground.
Five hoodlums, not even a minute had passed, and all were laid out on the ground by Long Fei.
In the dark, no one could see them.
