Wei Xueqing caught up, seeing a group of people approaching from the opposite side, she quickly said, "Yang Chen! Ye Xin! Let's go! A wise man knows when to retreat!"
Although she knew Yang Chen was a good fighter, she didn't want him to get hurt. It's better to avoid trouble if possible.
Ye Xin disagreed and said sharply, "These punks think they're in the right. Today I'm going to teach them a lesson on how to be a decent human being!"
Yang Chen furrowed his brow, staring at the leader.
Even though this person was wearing a hoodie, covering his face in the shadow of the hat, Yang Chen still remembered this build, this presence, this voice!
"Ever heard of East Street's Master Thirteen? After hitting Master Thirteen's men, you owe us an explanation today!" the leader said in a deep voice.
Ye Xin cursed, "You scoundrel, who even calls themselves Master Thirteen, you're just a societal menace!"
"Shut up!" Yang Chen snapped sharply.
