Zhang Yuxing's beautiful face drained of color, truly frightened.
Facing these hooligans and such sharp knives, even the might of her Zhang family was useless.
She was now on the verge of cursing at Liu Zhizhong.
But Liu Zhizhong just held his beer glass up and exclaimed, "Oh my gosh, that's a controlled knife you're showing off with such audacity?"
Zhang Yuxing felt so angry she could die!
Shorty With the Tattooed Arms and all his cronies couldn't help but burst into laughter.
Flicking his switchblade, it clattered loudly, "You really know how to crack a joke, buddy! At a time like this, shouldn't you be listening to us?"
As soon as he finished speaking, the three men with tattoos on their arms each drew their knives.
The gleaming, chilling switchblades unsheathed one after another were truly terrifying.
Liu Zhizhong put his beer glass down, feeling a bit downcast, "Guys, let's talk this through, talk this through! Those are knives, brothers ..."