The man was handsome, with a tall and burly frame, his long hair dyed a dazzling golden yellow, which made him quite eye-catching. However, his face bore an unyielding and rebellious expression.
By his side stood several young men, each dressed in a suit with dark skin and rings on their fingers, unmistakably the type who were uneducated and born into wealth.
"No need, I'm just passing by. I won't get involved with your group, carry on, I'm leaving!"
With that, Ye Ling was ready to leave.
But the man wasn't about to let it go so easily. He hurriedly stepped forward to block Ye Ling's path, barring his way with a smile, "Little brother, by doing this, are you not giving us face?"
Ye Ling glanced at the man with indifference, "Give you face? What makes you think you're worthy, as if you're qualified to talk to me? I'm just passing by and don't want to cause trouble!"
