"Hehe, is that so?"
Zhu Fei's smile gradually grew cold, and his gaze toward the redhead and his companions became filled with "pity."
"I think you don't understand human speech, do I have to make myself any clearer? Get lost now!"
The redhead cursed and tried to push Zhu Fei.
But before his hand could touch Zhu Fei's clothes, Zhu Fei had preemptively grabbed the redhead's wrist.
With a slight twist, a "crack" was heard—the redhead's wrist was dislocated by Zhu Fei!
"Aow!"
"You dare to hit me?"
The redhead instantly screamed in pain, then looked at Zhu Fei fiercely, spewing vicious curses.
"Kid, you really want to die tonight, huh? Good! Very good! You've got guts!"
The redhead nodded, then extended his other hand, pointing at Zhu Fei and addressing his gang, "Get him! Break his arms! Let's see if he dares to meddle in our affairs again!"
Following the redhead's command, his gang, with malicious grins, stepped forward, ready to strike Zhu Fei.
