As soon as Qin Heng spoke, before the muscular man could get angry, his two lackeys were already livid, pointing at Qin Heng. They started shouting, "What the fuck did you just say? How dare you tell our Brother Biao to get lost! Do you know who our Brother Biao is?"
Some locals from Qi Lu on the bus couldn't help but slightly change their expressions upon hearing the nickname "Brother Biao." They lowered their heads and kept silent. Clearly, they were quite intimidated and, not daring to get involved, acted as if they had seen nothing.
Brother Biao seemed to enjoy this feeling. He tilted his head up slightly, growing more arrogant, and said to Qin Heng, "Kid, I see you're not from around here, so I won't make things hard for you. I don't want to do anything; I just want to sit here and get a little closer to this beauty."
The bus driver also spoke up, "Young man, just give up your seat. It's only a seat; with so many people on this bus, it won't cause any trouble."
