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Among the five people, only Luo Yang was relaxed and composed.
Even the tough girl Hong Jiaxin was slightly nervous.
Such a large group of thugs would be difficult for an ordinary person to handle.
Shuang Qiao was even more nervous, Luo Yang comforted them, "Big Sister Qiao, Little Sister Qiao, don't be afraid."
When Luo Yang looked at Hong Jiaxin, she rolled her eyes at him and turned her face away.
She was very discontented with the earlier suggestion that the lipstick mark on his face was from her kiss.
A man stepped out of a Mercedes, seemingly the leader of these thugs, wearing sunglasses.
The few young men who appeared at Shi Long's doorstep were among them.
"Boss, it's him!"
Following the direction pointed out by his underling, the man in sunglasses fixed his gaze on Luo Yang.
The battle was imminent.
With Luo Yang's martial skills, defeating three or four dozen ordinary hoodlums was like using a butcher's knife to kill a chicken.