Brother Bei took one look and finally realized the extent of Liu Mou's strength—it was freakishly abnormal. Everyone was well aware of Scar's power, strong enough to kill a Tibetan Mastiff with a single punch, yet he had been bested by this kid.
"Little brother, this is my fault. I'll give him a good talking-to when I get back," Brother Bei said sheepishly, breaking into a series of awkward laughs.
Thud, thud, thud. Just as Brother Bei was about to leave, he looked towards the direction of the noise and suddenly realized there was no way out.
"What's going on here, who's causing trouble? Don't you know what day it is?" shouted the newcomer, pointing at Brother Bei with an arrogant and aggressive demeanor.
"Brother Chen, don't be mad. My brother was just itching for a fight, so this brother gave him a little 'massage.' You can ask him if you don't believe me." Brother Bei glanced at Liu Mou, winking and making faces at him.
