Looking at these big men, Li Du said with a scornful smile, "What, do you want to play the hard way?"
The old man pointed at him and said, "If we can't talk it over, I will need to take the necessary measures!"
Li Du said, "Good, straightforward enough, I like this way of communication. Brother Wolf, you take care of it."
Brother Wolf spat out his chewing gum and dashed towards the aggressors without even taking off his coat.
There were five or six of them. They were not professional fighters, but big-sized and scary. Most of them were young men in their twenties. They were like roosters with puffed-up feathers, impressive-looking but actually useless.
Brother Wolf went up, swung his fist and hit them. His fists were like iron, and when he hit the young man's chest three times, he fell down to the ground with a scream.
