Chen Feng, who had mingled with Qin Shousheng before, knew how formidable Brother Biao was, so he immediately stood up, both enthusiastic and respectful.
Brother Biao glanced at Chen Feng, "Is Li Fei your boss?"
"Yeah, Brother Biao."
"You have no place to speak here, get lost."
Chen Feng stepped forward, pulling out a cigarette, "Brother Biao, give your little brother some face."
"Who the hell do you think you are? At school, who knows you? Keep mumbling, and don't blame me for hitting you."
Brother Biao showed no mercy as he knocked the cigarette to the ground.
Just as Chen Feng was about to reply, Li Fei stood up, "Chen Feng, let me handle this."
Chen Feng silently retreated behind Li Fei. Brother Biao swaggered up to Li Fei, rolled his eyes, and said disdainfully, "So you're Li Fei."
"That's right. Are you a fan or do you want to be my 'little brother'? I'm not taking on any 'little brothers' for now, but if you're a fan, take off your pants and I'll autograph them."
