In the alley,
Zhang Xiaohao stopped walking, crossed his arms, and glanced around playfully in both directions.
Scuttling footsteps...
Dense footsteps suddenly rose from both directions.
Immediately afterward, a dark mass of figures charged from both positions and quickly surrounded Zhang Xiaohao and his two companions.
The crowd parted, and a red-haired foreigner, holding a white-haired woman arrogantly, walked up.
"Two yellow-skinned monkeys, you've got some nerve! You even dared to touch my people!" the red-haired foreigner arrogantly said.
"Little Black, slap him! Keep going until he's dead," Zhang Xiaohao said coldly.
"Yes, Brother," the Black Dragon Saint replied.
"Zhang Xiaohao, can he handle it?" Murong Yu Yan asked worriedly.
"You'll find out soon enough," Zhang Xiaohao said with an enigmatic smile.
The Black Dragon Saint, visibly angered, walked toward the red-haired foreigner.
