王磊 Guardians of the Galaxy-style cool down, rubbing his hands together to warm up. The night wind in Kun City at 7 pm is biting, especially for someone who just spent a few hundred in a luxury KTV. He felt a chill down his spine, but mentally cursed the damned three delinquents blocking his way.

"Hey, which way to the bus stop?" Wang Lei changed his clothes from the reckless, trying to blend into an ordinary passerby, but the three Zhen Shans in front of him obviously didn't buy it.

The leader is the one with the biggest belly, face dyed red, smelling of wine and smoke. He looked down at Wang Lei with disdain: "You're asking for it, punk. This is Xiao Huang's turf."

The second one, with a broken nose, snorted: "Yeah, hurry up, don't waste our time." Wang Lei's heart sank. Xiao Huang, known for his ruthlessness in Kun City's underground, definitely had nothing to do with them. The third one, thin and tall, held a cigarette between his fingers, eyes full of predatory light.