"Heh heh."
Brother Leopard heard the threatening words and smirked contemptuously, "Kid, you think we can't get away? Do you think Laozi is easily frightened?"
Just then.
Mo Qingyun finally appeared, gripping the fine steel war spear, with a gloomy expression on his face, stepping toward Xiao Zheng.
Xiao Zheng puckered his lips mockingly and said, "Look, Brother Leopard, someone is looking for trouble."
"Hmm?"
Brother Leopard turned his head and, seeing Mo Qingyun holding the war spear, was stunned.
"Holy shit, is this a movie shoot? Look at that prop and costume, it's damn lifelike."
"Brother Leopard, whether it's a movie shoot or not, we'll know soon."
One of the thugs joined in, and then walked straight up to Mo Qingyun, laughing, "Hey, little brother, your war spear is made of plastic, right? Let me have a look?"
"Get lost!" Mo Qingyun only had eyes for Xiao Zheng, treating everyone else like they were nothing, scolding the thug.
