C88 Chapter 88

“Show off in front of me? I’ll kill you!” The bleach-blond punk gritted his teeth, pulled a knife from behind his back, and charged straight at Wu Xiaogang.

“Oh, we’ve got a tough guy.”

Wu Xiaogang’s mouth curled into a faint smile. Pulling a blade over the slightest disagreement—these guys were definitely bad news.

“Fine. Then I won’t hold back either..