"What do you guys want!" Wang Dahu got out of the car, rolled up his sleeves, and shouted a question.
"They are here for me," Lin Tian said as he pulled Wang Dahu behind him and coldly stared at the group of young gangsters before him.
"Didn't the lesson I taught you last time suffice, are you here to be beaten again?" Lin Tian asked bluntly, clenching his fists tight.
Seeing Lin Tian's fists clenched tightly, the gang of youths immediately swallowed audibly.
The leader, a young man with blonde hair, said with a feigned bravery, "Kid, having clout matters when you're in the streets; do you think being able to fight makes you great?"
"I think being able to fight is quite impressive, actually," Lin Tian smirked.
"Then stand your ground and don't run, I'll call my big brother right now, and you can fight him!" said Huang Mao as he took out his phone.
