The blond man laughed even more arrogantly after hearing that.
"Don't be polite with this kid, just don't beat him to death," he said.
After finishing his sentence, the blond man pulled open his collar and turned to look at the unconscious Bai Ling.
Zhang Xiaowei, seeing that the bastard still wouldn't let up, immediately quickened his pace and walked inside.
"Stop!"
The middle-aged man leading them let out a low shout, raising his hand to block Zhang Xiaowei's path.
"I advise you to be smart about this. The five of us brothers aren't the same as those two pieces of trash you dealt with yesterday. Each one of us has trained..."
The middle-aged man, proud, tilted his head up to boast to Zhang Xiaowei about their abilities.
Just as he was reveling in his own words, Zhang Xiaowei suddenly threw a fierce punch, smashing it into his face.
The middle-aged man staggered, almost toppling the television set nearby.
"Damn it, get him!"
