The car door opened, and a group of men exuding an evil aura, holding sharp machetes, rushed out quickly, surrounding Zhang Xiaohao and the other two.
"Brother Hao, I'm scared!" Li Jingru, clutching Zhang Xiaohao's sleeve, said fearfully upon seeing these people.
"A bunch of clowns, don't be afraid! I got this." Zhang Xiaohao said with a smile.
He patted Li Jingru on the shoulder, signaling her not to fear.
The crowd parted, and two men walked up with a commanding presence.
The man on the left had a heavy step, his footsteps resounding rhythmically, with bulging temples—clearly a master of external martial arts.
The man on the right was lean as a stick, wearing a black suit, and looked as if a gust of night wind could blow him over.
The two stopped three steps away from Zhang Xiaohao.
The man on the right stepped forward half a step, casting a cold gaze at Zhang Xiaohao and the others.
