That guy they called Brother Hao looked arrogant as hell. "What I do is none of your business, but if you piss him off, kid, you must be tired of living."
Wu Jun put on a scared expression, and when Brother Hao saw it he got even more pleased with himself, and barked at the little punks beside him:
"See? Our Brother De still works like a charm. As long as you drop Brother De's name, there's nobody who isn't scared."
The gang of hoodlums all agreed wholeheartedly, nodding over and over, chests puffed out, heads held high, looking proud as if being able to latch onto Brother De gave them glory.
Wu Jun never imagined they'd be this stupid, that they couldn't tell he was just pretending.
Over there, Huo Sining saw Wu Jun clowning around and then looked at the gangsters' reactions; she really couldn't hold it in, her shoulders started shaking and finally she burst out laughing.
Brother Hao's face sank, and the look he shot Huo Sining carried killing intent:
