After speaking, the young guy with dyed yellow hair swung a slap at Zhang Yuesheng's face.
Although Zhang Yuesheng was prepared and tried to dodge, he still got scratched on the face by the guy's fingernails, causing a sharp burning pain.
"Damn it!"
Zhang Yuesheng, enraged, kicked the yellow-haired youth to the ground.
He had a temper too, especially since he worked at a loan shark company with a bunch of enforcer colleagues. Now, while on the job, he had the company as his backing. What was there to fear?
Not to mention, the biggest of the young group looked barely over twenty, the youngest only eighteen or nineteen. They clearly didn't have much fighting strength.
There were five of them, including a girl. If it really came down to a fight, two against four, Zhang Yuesheng was confident his side could win soundly.
