Several men stood in situ and rubbed their fists vigorously, moving their necks, preparing to teach Zhang Yang a lesson and let him know why the flowers are so red.

the first man rushed up, dyed with yellow hair, with a fierce face, clenched his fist and went straight to fight the publicity face.

NIMA! Is that because I'm handsome and unbalanced? Zhang Yang thought to himself, squatting down suddenly, throwing a fist at the man's abdomen.

the man opened his eyes wide and rolled his white eyes. He was sweating in pain and squatted down with his stomach covered.

the remaining two men look at each other. Shit, I...