Scar got out of the car, the thick gold chain on his neck glimmering, and he stared fiercely at Chen Dashan.
Chen Dashan didn't respond, as if he was ignoring him.
Scar lowered his head and smiled, then tossed his cigarette butt to the ground and crushed it under his foot.
This was a sign that Brother Scar was about to get angry. Blondie, looking smug, continued from behind Scar: "Weren't you being pretty tough just now?"
"Now that Brother Scar is here, why don't you show off again?"
"Aren't you good at fighting? Come on, show me!"
Blondie kept provoking, while a group of young thugs holding steel pipes all sneered disdainfully. They had seen many such rebellious idiots before; without seeing some blood, they wouldn't understand how dangerous society was.
"Brother Dashan, what should we do?"
Jiang Rou clung to Chen Dashan's clothes, her whole body stiff with tension.
Chen Dashan patted Jiang Rou's small hand and said: "Don't worry, I'm here."
