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The street gangsters here in Xianggang are different from the mainland's hoodlums.
They are professional hooligans, all skilled in a few tricks.
Some approached via the stairs while others climbed directly over the railing to cut us off from the other side.
Chu Feng patted Long Fei on the shoulder and said, "One on each side, you go first and show off a bit."
The gleam of their large knives was chilling, but the two of us treated it all like a game.
Lin Yingying rolled her eyes, squeezing to the middle, afraid of getting hurt by these gangsters.
"Then I'll go first!"
Long Fei laughed as he picked up a bottle of alcohol and suddenly flung it into the air.
Half the bottle of beer poured out, and following the gesture of his sword-finger on the right hand, it condensed mid-air into the form of multiple tiny swords.
Chu Feng frowned and exclaimed, "Condensing water into a sword? Not bad, not bad!"
