If we talk about the first time, two hoodlums came looking for trouble; it was because they were unprepared.
If we talk about the second time, a dozen hoodlums came looking for trouble; it was Bai Youwei who cleverly outsmarted them.
Now, facing forty to fifty people for the third time, what should they do? Unless Bai Youwei could fly them up to the sky! Otherwise, today would be their doom!
The leader with tattoos stood on the playground and yelled loudly: "Get the fuck out here! Who set fire to my brothers? The sensible ones better get out here now!!!"
Yi Zichu gripped the knife in his hand, his face taut.
He wasn't delusional enough to think he could take on so many people; he was just thinking about how to buy Ning Yao and the others time to escape.
How to do it…
What to do…
What…
"Hey! What are you zoning out for?" Bai Youwei's voice suddenly came, interrupting Yi Zichu's thoughts.
