"Damn it, who said you could charge fifteen?"
The buzz-cut youth lifted his leg and stomped on the crumpled posters a few more times, cursing angrily.
"Why are you ripping up my posters?"
Wu Xiaoshan charged over, fuming, and demanded in a loud voice.
The buzz-cut youth turned around, gave Wu Xiaoshan a cold look, and disdainfully spit out the cigarette butt from his mouth.
"I'll rip them if I want to rip them. What can you do to me?"
He looked at Wu Xiaoshan and yelled arrogantly.
Bam!
This was clearly picking a fight, and Wu Xiaoshan wasn't about to indulge him.
With a swing of his fist, he hit the buzz-cut youth right on the bridge of the nose; blood gushed out immediately.
"You motherf***er dare to hit me!"
The buzz-cut youth wiped his hand across his face, smeared with blood, roared, and kicked at Wu Xiaoshan.
Wu Xiaoshan was seriously pissed off, and he wasn't pulling any punches as he threw a kick back at the buzz-cut youth.
