"What does the Taiping Martial Arts Hall have to do with me? I don't know you guys. Just leave already!"
Facing this group of thugs with murderous expressions, Xu Xiangbei knew right away that they were trouble. Impatiently waving his hand, he was about to walk inside when a large hand suddenly grabbed him from behind.
"You little punk, who do you think you are? Let me tell you, the head of our Taiping Martial Arts Hall is Zhang Detian, and he's here to get revenge for Zhang Debiao! You better wise up, boy. If you don't cooperate with us, I'll make sure you regret it!"
The man in charge was arrogant, pointing a finger right in Xu Xiangbei's face as he spoke.
