The burly men looked on with expectation.
They had only just learned that the fortune-telling old man was also no ordinary practitioner.
They all wanted to see the true strength of the fortune-teller.
In contrast, Boss Shen appeared somewhat nervous yet expectant.
For a moment, everyone turned their gaze toward Zhang Xiaowei.
"Since you're interested, then come at me," he said.
Zhang Xiaowei wasn't the least bit intimidated and slowly stood up to accept the challenge.
But before they started, he courteously reminded, "As the saying goes, the young may fear the strong fist, so I advise you to think it over."
But the fortune-teller was not at all intimidated.
He simply lifted his cane with a smile and said, "There's another saying you're forgetting, 'the staff fears the aged!'"
Their stances readied, their sparring match was on the verge of breaking out.
"What do you think, can Old Dong take care of this kid?"
