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"Fuck! You dare step on me, I'll fucking kill you!" the lead gangster roared.
His palm violently withdrew, aiming to slap Zhang Jing's beautiful face.
Whoosh!
"Ah!" a one yuan coin suddenly shot into the gang leader's wrist, causing him to howl in pain.
Cradling his right wrist with his left hand, he hopped around in agony.
"Hitting a woman, not cool, right?" Zhang Xiaohao said.
In the time it took to speak, Zhang Xiaohao, wearing the War God mask, walked out of the shadows.
"Ah! Who's this stinky brat, daring to sneak attack me, you're fucking asking to die?" the gang leader bellowed through the pain.
"Let them go, cripple your limbs yourself, and we'll call it even for tonight," Zhang Xiaohao said indifferently.
He stopped three steps away from them.
"Ha! Am I hearing this right? Just with you? No offense, but someone like you, even if there were three or five more, I wouldn't even take notice," the gang leader said arrogantly.
