Scratching noises...
A rush of rapid footsteps sounded as a group of more than a dozen thugs, armed with machetes and emanating a murderous aura, charged this way.
"You little brat! Stop right there!" the ferocious thug leading them roared.
Immediately after, the group quickly surrounded Zhang Xiaohao and his two companions.
"Big brother, you get out of here! I'll hold them off," Ah Bao said urgently.
Clenching his blood-stained machete, he glared with eyes wide open, ready to charge.
"Shit! This little brat, why are you running this way? Looks like you've got a helper here!" the leading thug sneered coldly.
"Brother Dan! This has nothing to do with my big brother. If you are even a man, come at me if you want to kill or scratch!" Ah Bao bellowed.
"Hmph! Since he is your big brother, he must be the residue of First-class Hall! Anyone connected to First-class Hall must die!" Brother Dan coldly stated.
His eyes, however, were roaming over Zhou Yating's figure.