429 For Young Master's Sake!

Meanwhile, in the basketball court, upon hearing the cheers of the audience, Xiao Dao, who had already gotten onto the court, was perspiring profusely, as he mumbled, "What the heck, is this a fighting event? Our few brothers have only been released early from prison, do you have to boo us to this extent?!"

The three plump guys, whose chest, arm, and thighs were fat, whispered by the side, "Brother Dao, will this work? I feel that this situation is not quite right—it's a friendly match, why have so many people come? Moreover, they look like they all belong to the other party's side."

"The situation is amiss." Fourth De Zi, who looked frivolous, and wasn't tall as well, looked at the cheering squad with sneaky eyes, then he whispered, "Brother Dao, the other party is evidently well prepared. I think that we've definitely stepped into a trap—they're not here to play a friendly match but to humiliate Young Master!"