"You three, you're surrounded. If you know what's good for you, hand over anything valuable you've got and surrender! Otherwise, in ten minutes—no! Five minutes, we'll tear up the tickets!" the burly ringleader announced arrogantly.
"Heh heh," Zhang Xiaohao chuckled with amusement.
"You little punk, what are you laughing at?" the tattooed ringleader asked, puzzled.
"Buddy, are you clowns sent by a monkey?" Xiaohao laughed and said.
"A monkey? Which monkey? What's his surname?" the tattooed ringleader asked, perplexed.
"Haha..." Hearing his words, Xiaohao laughed uproariously.
"You brat, what's so funny?" the tattooed ringleader asked, still confused.
"Didn't you want to know that monkey's surname? I'll tell you right now," Xiaohao said seriously.
"Spill it! What's his surname?" the tattooed ringleader demanded.
"His surname is Sun, first name Wukong!" Xiaohao said seriously.
