To Live of To Die

"F*ck, who the f*ck's messing up my place?"

Just as Jiang Fei almost made it, another group blocked the exit!

"Brother Xiong, it's this pair! They've come to mess our place up!"

Huang Mao caught up to them, catching his breath.

"The hell?! Are you two kids tired of being alive? You messed some shit up here!"

A single figure walked out from the crowd.

This guy was two meters tall. He wore a classic Chinese shirt but left the top buttons open, baring his chest. He was tall and strong, ugly and ferocious. A palm-sized patch of fur covered his chest, and the tattoos of two colorful dragons were wrapped around his arms. This was not a good guy!

The chase had already left Zhao Feng trembling with fear. After all, he was just an ordinary high school student. His family was quite well-off, but he had never been in such a situation before! Even Jiang Fei's mouth had started to quiver. This was bad.