The bustling bar street
was now a portrait of quiet.
Many people were peering through doors or windows,
stealthily watching everything happening outside.
The gang of Thirteen Taibao, with their flamboyant "kill Matt" hairstyles in a riot of colors,
had blocked off the entire alleyway.
The leader, a bare-chested guy carrying a blade over a meter long,
had half of his face obscured by his hair.
"Motherfucker, was it you who threw my brother down the building?"
He blew his blue hair out of his eyes, his face full of brazen arrogance.
"Are you a fucking trumpet flower that's come to life?"
Lin Fan knitted his brows, sizing up the so-called Thirteen Taibao.
These guys looked to be just in their early twenties,
with scrawny appearances, adorned with messy tattoos.
"Are you fucking tired of living, talking to my big bro Nine Patterns Dragon like that, believe it or not, Laozi will chop you to death!"
