The way those two flaunted their relationship felt like a choking hazard for Liu Zongheng and his group.
Even An Lu, standing nearby, felt a twinge of jealousy.
Just then, a voice suddenly came from not far away, "Liu Zongheng, you're pretty tough, huh? Still alive!"
As soon as these words were spoken, many around them turned to look at the speaker.
Firstly, the tone wasn't joking; it was extremely arrogant.
Secondly, there were very few people in Jiangdu who dared to speak to Liu Zongheng like that.
Zhang Jingdong instinctively glanced at the speaker.
He was quite tall, at least 1.85 meters by the looks of it.
But he wasn't buff, more like a skinny stick.
Moreover, his complexion was strange, with a sickly gray tint, looking like he had taken something illicit.
However, he was accompanied by two fearsome figures; Zhang Jingdong, with his special forces eye, instantly knew they both definitely had blood on their hands.
