"Get the hell out of my way, you brat! Don't block the road!" Just then, a brash voice came from behind.
Zhang Xiaohao's face turned cold as he spun around to face four oddly-dressed individuals.
"Which family didn't close their door, letting their mad dog out?" Zhang Xiaohao mocked.
"Fuck! Do you have any damn idea who I am? My four brothers and I are the notorious Four Ghosts of the Yellow River. Just mentioning our name can make a three-year-old cry. While I haven't started on you yet, better cripple yourself by halving your mouth, kneel down, and beg our forgiveness. Maybe, just maybe, I'll be magnanimous enough to release you like a fart!" The youngest of the Four Ghosts of the Yellow River, Fatty Ghost, jeered.
"Four Ghosts of the Yellow River? Never heard of you! I thought you were four roosters. Don't know which family's chicken pen wasn't closed properly, letting you four wild chickens out," Zhang Xiaohao cursed back.