The little gangster known for bullying around the high-speed train station actually knelt down, and his fearful eyes showed he didn't have the courage to look Ye Ling in the eye.
Lu Tao was dumbfounded, damn, what was happening here, damn it, such a deep trick.
"Brother Mao? Are you feeling unwell? Come on, let me help you up."
Lu Tao hurried over to little Brother Mao's side, concerned. He couldn't believe the infamous Brother Mao would be afraid of Ye Ling, so he figured Brother Mao must be feeling unwell.
Yeah, that must be it. Brother Mao always fought on the battlefield, sustaining injuries was normal, and they could flare up at any time, so this was normal too.
Otherwise, how could Brother Mao, who once chased the former eight kings around the high-speed train station area with a cleaver, ever kneel to Ye Ling?
Cut it out, it was just not possible. In Lu Tao's mind, Brother Mao was like the Haonan of the high-speed train station area.
