Frankly speaking, Chen Xiaolong was too lazy to bother with the guy in front of him but, unfortunately, the guy had brought people along, so leaving seemed impossible.
Zhao Qian had brought quite a few people himself, a total of five underlings, effectively trapping Xiaolong without any escape.
Chen Xiaolong curled his lips and said, "Zhao Qian, what's the point? You bring all these people just to corner me, just to win back some pride?"
Last time, it was Zhao Qian who started the trouble; Chen Xiaolong was merely retaliating, and there was nothing wrong with that.
"Quit the nonsense. You humiliated me in front of so many people, letting me lose face. I can't just let this go. I underestimated you, not realizing you were a trained fighter. Unfortunately for you, I have more people this time. Let's see what you can do."
Zhao Qian grinned viciously. The underlings he brought this time were extraordinary, all of them trained fighters capable of taking on three opponents each.
