The two men supported each other, walking slowly beneath the trees lining the road.
Suddenly, the younger thug, Yaozi, stiffened and stopped in his tracks, his gaze fixed on something in the distance.
The man in the tank top noticed the underling supporting him had stopped abruptly. He turned his head in confusion to look at him.
Seeing the younger man's eyes locked on the distance, he followed his gaze.
A young man in his early twenties was carrying two cups of milk tea, walking slowly toward a row of parked shared bikes.
"You got a problem with that guy?" the man in the tank top asked his subordinate.
"..." Yaozi snapped out of it and nodded instinctively. "Boss," he said, "that's the guy I ran into today. The one who hurt my hand."
As soon as the words left his mouth, Yaozi regretted them.
He knew that in his boss's current state, hearing that the man who'd hurt him was just up ahead, he would definitely go over and teach him a lesson.
