That night, all was calm.
The excitement for Jin Bolai had just begun.
"Lynn, you'd better go check it out, that turtle bastard Wang Quan is causing trouble again."
The sleeping youngster in the corner opened his eyes and suppressed the resentment in his gaze. He stood up and said, "This bastard won't let up until I beat him up."
As the youngster came out, the people around him shouted, "Lynn."
On the other side, a fat man with big ears sat in a chair, arrogantly crossed his legs, smoked a pipe, and had seven or eight people behind him.
Seeing the youngster come out, he pointed at him and scolded, "Lynn, you dog-like thing. Last time I was nearly killed by you. Today I brought help. Just wait for me to beg for mercy."
The youngster spat on his face, "Only cowards can't win fights and call for backup. Try me one-on-one."
The youngster brandished his fists as he spoke.
Wang Quan shivered instinctively, as if he could still see the scene of being beaten last time.