The smug look on that fortune-telling old man's face was really asking for a beating.
The burly men next to him chimed in with mockery again.
"With that walking stick in hand, even if East isn't invincible, he could still turn you into a sieve, kid!"
"Then we'd better stay back to avoid getting splattered with blood."
Believe it or not, these burly men actually took a few steps back.
Looking at their pleased expressions.
Zhang Xiaowei wasn't in the least bit anxious.
He looked disdainfully at the fortune-telling old man and mocked, "Old man, there's a saying, I don't know if you've heard of it."
The fortune-teller was taken aback and asked in confusion, "Kid, it's come to this, and you still want to show off? If you have something to say, just get on with it."
"Looks like you haven't heard it."
Zhang Xiaowei sneered, then slowly walked towards a chair nearby.
"The saying is, 'No matter how high your kung fu is, it's still afraid of a kitchen knife!'"
