Speak Softly

"What are you doing?" Just then, a few people came over.

"Maron, what happened?"

"That f*cker hit me. He hit me!" the tall and skinny guy named Maron cried out, pointing at Chen Zhao. His nose was still spewing blood.

Chen Zhao glanced at the men. They were wearing regular clothes.

They probably weren't doctors or workers here.

The leader was in his early thirties and had his hands stuffed in his pockets.

He was dressed nicely and had a light smile on his face.

Some of the men behind him were burly while the others looked scholarly.

Chen Zhao couldn't figure out their backgrounds.

However, he didn't back down either. As long as they didn't have guns, he wasn't afraid of going up against them.

"He deserved a beating," Chen Zhao said indifferently.

The leader laughed out loud. "Yes, that *sshole deserves a beating. I guess he caused trouble for you, sorry."