Sports car after sports car pulled up, and a crowd of arrogant, swaggering young men and women stepped out. Some of them still had white gauze wrapped around their heads—needless to say, these were the very young scoundrels that Chen Yu had taught a lesson at the barbecue stand the day before.
Yet this time they had returned with an even larger force, having clearly summoned a couple of dozen fox-friends and dog-pack companions to back them up. Numbering around twenty to thirty in total, every last one of them clutched a baseball bat and put on an aggressive display.
At this sight, the two security guards turned weak at the knees. They hurriedly fled back into the guard shack; anyone driving sports cars like these was obviously from some wealthy and powerful elite family. Ordinary folks knew better than to provoke them—seeing them coming meant running far, far away.
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