"Do you want to start trouble?"
Two tall Western European men came over.
Because of Zhang Wei's previous call to arms, the only ones left watching the place were Sicilian men and the Vega Brothers' cronies, all of whom had gone to Fengye Bar, except for Ma Tong, who was holding down the fort.
Haonan's gaze was aggressive and he nodded slightly, "Exactly."
"Seeking death!"
The Western European man said in broken Huaxia language before throwing a punch.
Haonan stepped forward, his palms shooting out like lightning, and in an instant, he had grasped the Western European man's fist. Following with an aerial backflip, he twisted both of the man's arms, breaking them. A howl like that of a wild wolf immediately came out from the Western European man's mouth.
