Chapter 137 The Playful Youngster

Yan Moshan looked at the three young punks somewhat blankly and asked,

"Does my face look that easy to bully?"

"What do you think? Cut the crap, are you going to pay or not?" the tall and hefty fatso said, grabbing Yan Moshan's collar, almost lifting him off the ground.

Yan Moshan felt a sudden surge of anger and said, "I'm giving you one chance, I hope you take a good look at my face again, does it look easy to bully?"

"Hey, this kid sure talks a lot, huh?"

The other two young punks standing next to them glared at Yan Moshan, one of them threw away the cigarette in his hand and then scolded the tall and hefty fatso,

"Little Fatty, why the hell are you wasting words on this kind of person? Give him a couple of punches first, teach him some manners! See if he keeps running his mouth after that!"

"Oh!"

The tall and hefty fatso said, then reached out, grabbed Yan Moshan's collar again, and propped him up against the wall before swinging a right fist towards Yan Moshan's stomach.