"It's him! He's over there!" Ge Xinyao pointed in Yang Ming's direction.
"That's right. It's him!" Wu Xinkai spat some phlegm on the ground. He waved and said, "Brothers, that's the... p*ssy Yang!"
Yang Ming was happy, but then three little punks abruptly appeared in front of him. If it was under normal circumstances, Yang Ming would have already kicked each of them. Trying to be bad*ss? Yang Ming stepped forward. Are you guys trying to scare me?
But today, Yang Ming was in a good mood, so he didn't abuse these three guys who didn't grow eyes. He just said impatiently, "Where are you from? Stop standing in front of me like a hurdle!"
"Are you the son of a b*tch [1]?" One of the little punks asked.
"You, motherf*cker, are the son of a b*tch!" Yang Ming said in anger. He never encountered anyone who asked a stranger he just met whether the person was a "wretch." Does this guy have his head pricked?
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