"Ming bro, there are so many of them, and they're armed with knives, can you beat them?"
The chubby one asked a little shakily in a low voice.
"If I can't beat them, why don't you go fight?"
Tang Ming chuckled, teasing him with his response.
At that moment, Brother Xiaoma stepped forward with his knife, looking every bit the gang leader of Tongluo Bay.
"Still remember me, asshole?"
Brother Xiaoma asked coldly with a sneer, pointing the knife at the concrete ground beneath Tang Ming's feet.
"I didn't remember before, but now I do."
Tang Ming nodded earnestly, speaking with a smile that wasn't quite a smile: "You've introduced yourself, how could I not remember."
"Introduced myself?"
The chubby one scratched his head, still not catching on. Suddenly, it dawned on him: Brother Xiaoma had called them assholes, and Tang Ming had given as good as he got. He burst into hearty laughter.
