"Ah! You idiot, what are you staring at? Can't you see I'm overwhelmed here? Come and help!" Ouyang Yu coldly shouted.
"Hehe," Zhang Xiaohao chuckled.
He took out several playing cards and casually threw them.
Whoosh!
Carrying a strong gust of wind, the playing cards shot out from Zhang Xiaohao's palm, knocking the remaining seven or eight fierce thugs to the ground.
"Alright, let's go!" Zhang Xiaohao said with a smile.
"You jerk! If you can fight like that, why didn't you take action earlier?" Ouyang Yu asked with a cold face.
"I was about to, but you already charged in; I thought you wanted to show off in front of me. I was also afraid you'd accuse me of kill-stealing, so I just watched," Zhang Xiaohao explained, spreading his hands.
"Hmph! Don't you dare hold back later, do you hear me?" Ouyang Yu warned seriously.
"Mhm," Zhang Xiaohao nodded.
Carrying Ouyang Yu, the two headed towards One Red Nightclub.
About fifteen minutes later.
