"Fuck, Brother Tou, are you okay? I've already called the guys to rescue you," Lao Liu shouted loudly.
Song Yun felt quite helpless at the moment. All he wanted was some information about the Old Nine Gates, yet it had escalated into this violent mess. It was not good, not good at all. Couldn't everyone just sit down peacefully, have a cup of tea, chat, and come to an understanding? Besides, as such an innocent young man, you rob me and then deny me the right to fight back? Is there no law left?
Actually, the thieves were also feeling quite aggrieved. Thieves operated in a wide range, on buses, trains, in shopping malls, on pedestrian streets, on the way to pick up girlfriends from work, and in internet cafes where people shout excitedly—there was always one of them around.
