Zhang Xiaofan, who had come to handle the situation, was intent on solving the problem without resorting to violence.
After all, many people were watching outside; it was preferable to avoid violence if possible.
But they were testing Zhang Xiaofan's tolerance.
They should never have said those things to Li Tingting.
In the blink of an eye, Zhang Xiaofan sprang into action.
Smack! Smack! Smack!...
He landed several fierce slaps on the men who had spoken.
Their heads spun, teeth flew out, and their faces swelled like pigs.
They hadn't even realized what had happened.
Who? Who was it, who struck them!
All were utterly dumbfounded.
"Speak up, who sent you to cause trouble?"
Zhang Xiaofan asked coldly.
The muscular man whom Zhang Xiaofan had rendered disoriented leaned on the wall for support.
"Ma Liang, are you okay?"
The remaining four men, who hadn't been hit, hurried up to support the muscular figure.
"I... I'm fine."
