"What's this about a small prize or a big prize? Kid, are you the one causing trouble in my shop?"
The middle-aged man pointed at Chen Yang and roared fiercely.
Chen Yang swept his disdainful gaze over the crowd behind the middle-aged man and laughed, "Oh, do you really think this bunch of country bumpkins and street curs can take me down?"
Country bumpkins and street curs!
There are more than forty people here, and you dare to say they're country bumpkins and street curs!
"Motherfucker, I'll kill you."
"Son of a bitch, I'll slaughter your whole family."
"Brothers, if I don't break his limbs today, I'm not in the game anymore."
Instantly, the middle-aged man's lackeys were all blustering with aggression, ready to charge at Chen Yang.
However, the middle-aged man was cautious and stopped his men, saying, "Hold on."
He eyed Chen Yang with a scrutinizing look, wondering if this arrogant young man had a strong backing.
