The red-haired kid cricked his neck, then pulled out another cigarette, lit it up, and took a deep inhale before blowing out a big ring of smoke.
Then, staring viciously at Lin Fei, he asked, "Kid, you, you're Lin Fei?"
"The one and only, Lin Fei…"
Lin Fei said indifferently.
After a pause, Lin Fei stared intimidatingly back at the red-haired kid and asked, "You, you looking for me for something?"
"Kid, you telling me I got no business with you? If I had no business, why would I come looking for you? You think I'm just loafing around?"
The red-haired kid was very angry.
"Watch your mouth around me, who's your kid huh?"
Lin Fei's expression immediately turned grim, and then he said to the red-haired kid, "If you got something to say, say it. If not, scram, don't keep me from my meal!"
"Damn it, you little bastard, acting all tough with me now? Tough for what?"
