"Since we've stumbled upon it, let's just do it directly."
Xue Li had a cigarette between his lips, "Red Hair, take a few guys up there, make it quick. We've got more business to attend to later."
"Got it, Li, leave it to me, I'm going to make that punk regret ever showing his face in front of me," Red Hair snarled, then waved his hand, and in an instant, several thugs appeared and started moving towards Ren Feng.
Red Hair and his crew were armed, reminiscent of scenes from gangster films. The nearby pedestrians, seeing this, panicked and quickly moved away.
Ren Feng stood there, glanced around, shook his head, and turned to leave.
Tonight, he still had to deal with Xue Zixuan's matter, and he had no time for this gang's antics.
"Damn it, kid, if you've got guts, don't run."
Red Hair's group shouted and chased after him, their machetes raised.
