At the entrance, a dozen or so punks with cigarette butts hanging from their mouths, dyed hair in flamboyant colors, and garish outfits sauntered in, clutching various blunt weapons and other weapons of intimidation.
Swarming forward, they blocked Zhao Tiezhu and his two companions.
Lounging without a shred of decency, radiating an aura of absolute hooliganism, they looked like bad news from head to toe.
Chapter 343