Watching the two underlings panic, Xing Yaolin couldn't suppress his anger. If anyone else saw this, wouldn't it be a disgrace to him?
"Freak out about what, what the hell happened?"
Xing Yaolin lifted his foot and kicked one of them, asking irritably.
The man scrambled up from the ground and said with a sorrowful face, "Bro Yaolin, that Chen Yang is tough to handle. He stabbed two holes in Gang Zai's palm and... he exploded Taozi's little 'ding-ding'."
"Fuck, that's vicious!"
Xing Yaolin's eyelid twitched, his face showing disbelief as he said sternly, "You better not be lying to me. Is that guy Chen Yang really that cruel?"
"Really, Bro Yaolin, if we hadn't run fast, we probably wouldn't have fared much better than Gang Zai and Taozi."
"Damn it, is that kid really that formidable?"
Xing Yaolin's face was dark, but still somewhat disbelieving. A regular university student, striking with such ferocity—it just didn't seem like a university student's style.
