668 Ling Jian’s Springtime

The face of the fat man sank. "Whom might you be? This matter has no business with you, so why must you look for trouble?" He could already feel that the youths in front of him were not people he could provoke, and started to soften the warning tone he had in his voice originally. If not, based on his original habit, he would have long ago drawn his blade and attacked!

As for the person who had been beaten by the fat man till he looked like a chopstick, he also felt that this bunch were not people that he could provoke, and immediately shrank his head in, not daring to make another sound.